May your hand be full for always if only with another hand. May your heart be empty only long enough to give you cause to fill it up again with love. May your soul be lost by you only to be found by God.

Everybody has the answers or they'll make them up for you. Just once I'd like to hear a brand-new question.

Do not ask the definition of a friend. He/She is that one without whose company death and dying set in earlier and living is made more pleasurable.

To understand others you should get behind their eyes and walk down their spines.

It happens just because we need to want and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and listen to the warm.

It's nice sometimes to open up the heart a little and let some hurt come in. It proves you're still alive.

I cannot speculate on what our cluttered mind will save- sleepy Sundays, or a nosebleed after love. I know only the dying heart needs the nourishment of memory to live beyond too many winters.