I Hate Telling That Story To People

Every Person's Life Is Theirs By Right. An Individual's Life Can And Must Belong Only To To Himself, Not To Any Society Or Community, Or He Is Then But A Slave.

I'm Afraid That We All Make Mistakes. One Of The Things That Defines Our Character Is How We Handle Mistakes. If We Lie About Having Made A Mistake, Then It Can't Be Corrected And It Festers. On The Other Hand, If We Give Up Just Because We Made A Mistake, Even A Big Mistake, None Of Us Would Get Far In Life.

But In The End, We Can’t Live Our Lives By ‘what If’ And ‘if Only.’ We Can Only Do The Best We Can To The Best Of Our Ability Based On What We Know. That’s Why The Truth Is So Important.

I Had To Live This Long, Have The Experiences I've Had, To Create What I Do. I Knew I Wanted To Write For Years, But I Had To Be Ready So I Wouldn't Blow It. The Move To Maine Was The Final Step.

I Love You," She Whispered. Richard Pulled Her Tight Against Him. His Fingers Traced A Trail Down The Bumps Of Her Spine. "i Feel So Frustrated That There Aren't Any Better Words Than "i Love You,"" He Said. "it Doesn't Seem Enough For The Way I Feel About You. I'm Sorry There Aren't Any Better Words To Tell You." "they Are Words Enough For Me." "then, I Love You, Kahlan. A Thousand Times, A Million Times, I Love You. Forever.