Yet we always envy others, comparing our shadows to their sunlit sides.

It is only when our fate hangs in the balance, when our very life depends on something, that we see whether or not we trust that the rope to which we are clinging will support us. If we do not, then we let of of the ledge and swing on it with our full weight.

Thus we use our supposed "knowledge" of others to speak on their behalf, and condemn them for their words we ourselves put in their silent mouths.

We are always tortured by our memory of the last time we were with anyone, what we said, what we did not say.

The strong look for more strength, the weak for excuses.

Kindness is stronger than iron bars.

The cure for a broken heart is simple, my lady. A hot bath and a good night's sleep.