So you are kinda, sorta, basically, pretty much always on my mind.
Although I love the stars that dot the night sky, I love the stars in your eyes even more. While I sleep, I will think about my favorite stars and wait to be with you again.
A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.
Every truth passes through three stages before it is recognized. In the first, it is ridiculed. In the second, it is opposed. In the third, it is regarded as self evident.
It’s hurting me every second realizing I hurt you. I’m sorry, please feel it. Get angry at me scold me but talk to me just and text I’ll makeup rest, Don’t just ignore me. I’m really sorry.
Your soul is pure, your heart is priceless, and your wisdom is astounding. Happy birthday, Dad!
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.