But hurting ourselves to inflict pain on others is just another cry to be loved.
Nothing haunts us like the things we don't say.
He did not know that the child who had asked for yesterday was now seeking to own tomorrow.
Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.
Why are we embarassed by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?
Heaven is always and forever around us and no soul remembered is ever really gone.