Maybe Thats Because We Take Criticism Best

It Was The Eyes. The Secret Of Love Was In The Eyes. The Way One Person Looked At Another, The Way Eyes Communicated And Spoke When The Lips Never Moved.

Life Is Like That - Twenty Minutes Of Misery For Every Two Seconds Of Joy.

After It's All Over, The Early Childhood, A Chain Of Birthdays Woven With Candlelight, Piles Of Presents, Voices Of Relatives Singing And Praising Your Promise And Future, After The Years Of Schooling, Fitting Yourself Into Different Size Desks, Memorizing, Reciting, Reporting, And Performing For Jury After Jury Of Teachers, Counselors, And Administrators, You Still Feel Inadequate, Alone, Vulnerable, And Naked In A World That Can Be Unforgiving And Terribly Demanding.

Perhaps Lovers Aren't Supposed To Look Down At The Ground. That Kind Of Story Is Told In Symbols-and Earth Represents Reality, And Reality Represents Frustrations, Chance Illnesses, Death, Murder, And All Kinds Of Other Tragedies. Lovers Are Meant To Look Up At The Sky, For Up There No Beautiful Illusions Can Be Trampled Upon.

People Never Really Died. They Only Went On To A Better Place, To Wait A While For Their Loved Ones To Join Them. And Then Once More They Went Back To The World, In The Same Way They Had Arrived The First Time Around.