If you hold a bird too tightly, you'll crush its wings
Love doesn't always come when you want it to. Sometimes it just happens, despite your will.
Beauty thinks it needs no talent and can feed on itself, so it soon dies.
Mine are the deep-seated fears established when we are children, and they never quite go away: the fear of being helpless, the fear of being trapped, the fear of being out of control.
Promises are lies wrapped in pretty ribbons -Cinnamon
Patience. I colored patience gray, hung over with black clouds. I colored hope yellow, just like the sun we could see for a few short morning hours. Too soon the sun rose high in the sky & disappeared from view, leaving us bereft and staring at blue.