Don't Mind All Those People Who Say

She Was Tired Of Hugging Pillows, Counting On Blankets For Warmth, And Reliving Romantic Moments Only In Her Dreams. She Was Tired Of Hoping That Every Day Would Hurry So She Could Get On To The Next. Hoping That It Would Be A Better Day, An Easier Day. But It Never Was. Worked, Paid The Bills, And Went To Bed But Never Slept. Each Morning The Weight On Her Shoulders Got Heavier And Heavier And Each Morning She Wished For Night To Fall Quickly So She Could Return To Her Bed To Hug Her Pillows And Wrap Herself In The Warmth Of Her Blankets.

There's A Fine Line Between Love And Hate.love Frees A Soul And In The Same Breath Can Sometimes Suffocate It.

I Think That Most People Go To Bookshops And Have No Idea What They Want To Buy. Somehow The Books Sit There, Almost Magically Willing People To Pick Them Up. The Right Person For The Right Book. Its As Though They Know Whose Life They Need To Be A Part Of, How They Can Make A Difference, How They Can Teach A Lesson, Put A Smile On A Face At Just The Right Time.

Why Do We Stop Believing In Ourselves? Why Do We Let Facts And Figures And Anything But Dreams Rule Our Lives?

It’s Not Easy Remembering The Good Times.