Invest in the human family. Invest in people. Build a little community of those you love and who love you.

But my father, a thief in many ways, had robbed me of my concentration.

There was always a quest for more minutes, more hours, faster progress to accomplish more in each day. The simple joy of living between summers was gone.

I made such a fool of myself,” she lamented. “Love does not make you a fool.” “He didn’t love me back.” “That does not make you a fool, either.” “Just tell me …” Her voice cracked. “When does it stop hurting?” “Sometimes never.

When we are most alone is when we embrace another's loneliness.

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Remember me for these days, not the old ones.