Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I...– Mahatma Gandhi
To love would be an awfully big adventure.– J.M. Barrie
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune...– Emily Dickinson
I had a thought tonight. I was thinking about love and how foolish it is to allow most of your happiness to depend on its presence or lack. I’m sure it’s wonderful. I understand the ache for it, I do. But how can you let your personal happiness depend so much on someone else’s actions? This is your journey and no one else’s and if they happen to converge for a bit, well then that’s beautiful. But...
You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.– C.S. Lewis