I believe there are three kinds of people. Most can hear. Some can't. The rarest kind listen.

No one is right, or wrong. They are just being themselves. Right or wrong is your perception of them. Just keep that to yourself.

In the matters of hope, it helps to know how to make a mountain of a mole-hill.

Beaten to the ground. Battered. Bruised. Getting up is my choice. And get up, I will.

Choose your destiny, or accept your fate.

I am lost in love. I have lost in love. But both have only strengthened my quest for love, and the need to be in love.