Life as to end, Love doesn't

Love, like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with a soaking joy. But sometimes, under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots, keeping it alive

People say they "find" love, as if it were an object hidden by a rock. But love takes many forms, and it is never the same for any man or women.

All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.

Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from the inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.

Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, your not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else.

-The 5 people you meet in heaven-

Strangers are just family you have yet to come to know.

There are no random acts. That we are all connected. That you caqn no more separate one life from another than you can seperate a breeze from the wind.

- Five people you meet in heaven-

Hate is like a curved blade. When you hurt the other, you are also hurting yourself

My happyness is a candle flame: S.l.o.w.l.y fading into the darkness...