That portion of reality that can be composed within a frame can be understood.

For lack of an occasional expression of love, a relationship strong at the seams can wear thin in the middle.

Love may be blind, but this I'll state - it's eagle-eyed compared to hate.

Worse than telling a lie is spending the rest of your life staying true to a lie.

I look into the faces of people struggling with their own lives, and I do not see strangers.

In the end you regret less the things you believed that weren't true than the things that never came true because you didn't believe.

Through the blackest night, morning gently tiptoes, feeling its way to dawn.