I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.

When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.

It's such a shame to waste time. We always think we have so much of it.

One day spent with someone you love can change everything.

When you look into your mother’s eyes, you know that is the purest love you can find on this earth.

But she wasn’t around, and that’s the thing when your parents die, you feel like instead of going in to every fight with backup, you are going into every fight alone.

You can find something truly important in an ordinary minute.

Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.

I thought about the days i had handed over to a bottle..the nights i can't remember..the mornings i slept thru..all the time spent running from myself.

I think what you notice most when you haven’t been home in a while is how much the trees have grown around your memories.

Once heaven is done with grandma, we'd like her back, thanks.

Reach for the heaven

Moderation sees itself as beautiful

St. Tropez has a face glow that is amazing - you can put it on without makeup, and your skin just glows.

One of my correspondents has me convinced that the human race would be saved if the world became one huge nudist colony. I keep thinking how much harder it would be to carry concealed weapons.

When money's tight and is hard to get And your horse has also ran, When all you have is a heap of debt A PINT OF PLAIN IS YOUR ONLY MAN.

Poverty leads to hardship and failure.

Those who tell you it's tough at the top have never been at the bottom.

Today is a new day. A New opportunity to get better stronger faster smarter and closer to your goals and dreams. Take it.

Adults are living increasingly as children: completely in their imaginations. Reading Harry Potter while every newspaper in the country goes out of business. They know so little that is real.

Once you reach your fifties, you have to stop being interested in the present and write only on Elizabethan poets.