We never give up wanting things for ourselves, but there comes a day when what we want for ourselves is someone else's happiness.
Time is a figure eight, at its center the city of Deja Vu.
For lack of an occasional expression of love, a relationship strong at the seams can wear thin in the middle.
Two people can have a middling day, but one rounds up and the other rounds down.
There are exactly as many special occasions in life as we choose to celebrate.
Through the blackest night, morning gently tiptoes, feeling its way to dawn.