Who will see you through the darkness? "Me," I key in the answer. "I'll find my own way.

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

This is my vision-what I imagine I'll pass through on my way to the light. The blue sky, the clouds, the rays of light.

...the man of my dreams is a girl.

Really? It seems too good to be true. I don't trust it. I don't trust anyone.

Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.

Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.

No one ever found out what was happening inside me. How the pain was eating me away. No one ever came to my rescue, or stood up for me.

What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?

What you see, isn't always what you get

Is that all I am? A friend?" "Of course not," I say. "I love you." "Am I the only one?" she asks. "Yes. Completely." First, last, and always.

El sabio puede cambiar de opinión. El necio, nunca.

The art of loving is not how many you touch, it is the heart of one that shows a masterpiece of your deepest design.~Bluenscottish

Renew your mind with the word of God.

Whatever we know as children, this is the world, eaten whole and without question.

The purpose of my life is not to get what I want. The purpose of my life is to become who I am.

If teams keep playing us this way, it's going to be like this

The point is, you see," said Ford, "that there is no point in driving yourself mad trying to stop yourself going mad. You might just as well give in and save your sanity for later.

What I think is this: Man is responsible for a PART of global warming. MOST of it is still natural.

Everytime the leaves are changing it's the loneliest time of the year

I thought love was more or less a giving thing. Seems the more I gave, the less I got.