All is illusion, although as long as there's an illusion that the kids need to be fed, all might as well be reality.
A relationship becomes easier when you realize that you don't have to be the one at fault to be the one who's sorry.
A nod, a bow, and a tip of the lid to the person who coulda and shoulda and did.
Through faith we learn to believe the evidence of our eyes.
Love may be blind, but this I'll state - it's eagle-eyed compared to hate.
Being loved by all is little fun Unless you're also loved by one.