I feel sad for him. Sad for the boy bound to the killer. I am sad for the youth betrayed by their leaders for symbols and flags and war and power.

I watch life trickle from the bullet wound of a sixteen-year-old "example" and marvel how things weak, even words, will turn vicious and merciless to gain power,despite reason or history

love is what we are about, my darling," she says. "Not even in death has our love faded, for I live in your veins.

We're all born with the greatest treasures we'll ever have in life. One of those treasures is your mind, another is your heart.

The land and everything on it can be taken away, but no one can take away your knowledge or the degrees you earn

They had bombed and burned,killed and maimed,plundered and looted.Now they had come to claim the land.

A persistent breeze lifted the thin curtains, fluttering a few moments of tranquility into the turbulent day.