It'd felt good to be part of an "us, " with the same thoughts, the same feelings, the same miseries.

Life isn't fair. A fair's a place where you eat corn dogs and ride the ferris wheel.

Just like there's always time for pain, there's always time for healing.

Time's never up", she whispered, not looking at me, but at my canvas. "Just like there's always time for pain, there's always time for healing. Of course there is.

I didn't answer. Just shook my head and let the tears roll. "I just want it to go away. I just want all the drama to stop. Nobody would believe me anyway, " I whispered. "Nobody would care.

But now the other half of "us" was gone and, lying there in my shadowy room, I'd be struck with this realization that I had no clue how to be just me again.

Getting on with her life is important. But right now it may be more important to put the feelings out there, deal with them, and find a way to be okay with all that's happened.

Sometimes, in my world where parents hated one another and school was a battleground, it sucked to be me.

Sometimes even stuff you expect to happen can still hurt

Because I love you. And I hurt you. I hurt the person I love most in the world, and i will never forgive myself.

At one time it really felt like forever might happen for us.

The Spirit, and your soul are not the same things. The Spirit is God - the source. Your soul is God's imagination - the subject.

Our eyes met. I kissed her soft face, and down the stairs they descended. Their voices blended into an echo, a murmur. I ventured barefoot into the bedroom. The dark gown lay crumpled upon the bed

After losing everything, I went on a quest to find out how money really works, how I could get control of it, and how I could have confidence in handling it.

Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken.

Protect the downside. Worry about the margin of safety.

Indeed he knows not how to know who knows not also how to un-know.

I may not be the favourite candidate of some people within the Republican establishment, but the voters made a decision.

John Synge, I and Augusta Gregory, thought All that we did, all that we said or sang Must come from contact with the soil, from that Contact everything Antaeus-like grew strong.