The gifts that one receives for giving are so immeasurable that it is almost an injustice to accept them.
We come into the world alone. We go away the same. We're meant to spend the interlude between in closeness or so we tell ourselves. But it's a long way from the morning to the evening.
Love is a sweet thing caught a momentand held in a golden eye.
If you love somebody, tell them.
We will all wake up semi-angels, If we wake at all.
Never fear being alone, because you never are.