There is a great fear that plagues only romantics and children... it is that they might be alright alone.
What we might consider is how we are good rather than how good we are.
To love is to stop comparing.
There are no illegitimate babies.
Why is it that we always remember that people forget; but we always forget that they remember?I used to remember...but I forgot!
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?