From our first babblings to our last word, we make but one statement, and that is our life.

There are none so impoverished as those who do not acknowledge the abundance of their lives

Can you ever forgive me? I already have. How could you? I don't deserve it. That's what makes it love.

The greatest shackles we bear in thislife are those forged by our own fears

Could it be that to truly love a thing is not to desire it, but to desire happiness for it?

...even the most horribl e of nightmares is laced with the promise of dawn.

The sweetness of reunion is the joy of heaven.