Being loved by all is little fun Unless you're also loved by one.
A nod, a bow, and a tip of the lid to the person who coulda and shoulda and did.
The hardest thing to accept as a parent is that you cannot apply the bandage before the bruise.
Better you don't search for who you are until you know who it is you want to find.
Even if you think the Big Bang created the stars, don't you wonder who sent the flowers?
Am I lying to you if I tell you the same lie I tell myself?