Don't ever tell a story like it wasn't about you.
There is a great fear that plagues only romantics and children... it is that they might be alright alone.
Why is it that we always remember that people forget; but we always forget that they remember?I used to remember...but I forgot!
Love is proud of itself. It leaks out of us even with the tightest security.
We look for God as though he were not already here.
The Long Way HomeWhy is it when people feel they are losing each other they always leave each other?Why do people walk away from their house when all they have to do to get home is turn around?