Maybe, if we just accepted our deaths, we might finally start to live.
The sweetness of reunion is the joy of heaven.
We plan our lives in long, unbroken stretches that intersect our dreams the way highways connect the city dots on a road map. But in the end we learn that life is lived in the side roads, alleys, and detours.
But more than brave, you have love. And love is brave.
...even the most horribl e of nightmares is laced with the promise of dawn.
It is better to be loved by one person who knows your soul than millions who don't even know your phone number.