If Fate Doesn't Make You Laugh, You

The Most Precious Gift You Can Bring To Your Lover Is Your Suffering.

I Think That We All, Each One Of Us, We All Have To Earn Our Future.

The Choice You Make, Between Hating And Forgiving, Can Become The Story Of Your Life.

The Touch Was Exactly What The Touch Of A Lover's Hand Should Be: Familiar, Yet Exciting As A Whispered Promise. I Felt An Almost Irresistible Urge To Take Her Hand And Place It Flat Against My Chest, Near My Heart. Maybe I Should've Done It. I Know Now That She Would've Laughed, If I'd Done It, And She Would've Liked Me For It. But Strangers That We Were Then, We Stood For Five Long Seconds And Held The Stare, While All The Parallel Worlds, All The Parallel Lives That Might've Been, And Never Would Be, Whirled Around Us.

It's Forgiveness That Makes Us What We Are. Without Forgiveness, Our Species Would've Annihilated Itself In Endless Retributions. Without Forgiveness, There Would Be No History. Without That Hope, There Would Be No Art, For Every Work Of Art Is In Some Way An Act Of Forgiveness. Without That Dream, There Would Be No Love, For Every Act Of Love Is In Some Way A Promise To Forgive. We Live On Because We Can Love, And We Love Because We Can Forgive.