For a long time I spent my weary days in a fog of what might be and what has been and I guess you could say im still learning how to accept what is.

By Nikki Rowe

I´ve blown it, the whole grisly charade.

By Suzanne Finnamore

Beauty is not caused. It is.

By Emily Dickinson

When a husband stops paying attention to the garden, he's thinking of pulling up roots.

By Amy Tan

The tender breeze felt my loneliness. It brought me your fragrance.

By Avijeet Das

God is the reason I’m surviving, but he’s sure used you in my life wonderfully. I love you.

By Esther Earl
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