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Love like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with 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 itself alive.
It's such a shame to waste time. We always think we have so much of it.
I give myself a good cry if I need it. But then I concentrate on the good things still in my life. I don't allow myself any more self-pity than that. A little each every morning, a few tears, and that's all.
Forgive yourself before you die. Then forgive others.
When you are measuring life, you are not living it.
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.
She put one hand on mine. When someone is in your heart, they’re never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.
You can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.
Each affects the other, and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.
When we are most alone is when we embrace another's loneliness.
Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.
Going back to something is harder than you think.