Slowly, Desolately, The Fist Of What We'd

That's How They Manage To Live Together, A Billion Of Them, In Reasonable Peace. They Are Not Perfect, Of Course. They Know How To Fight And Lie And Cheat Each Other, And All The Things That All Of Us Do. But More Than Any Other People In The World, The Indians Know How To Love One Another.

At First, When We Truly Love Someone, Our Greatest Fear Is That The Loved One Will Stop Loving Us. What We Should Fear And Dread, Of Course, Is That We Wont Stop Loving Them, Even After They Are Dead And Gone. For I Still Love You With The Whole Of My Heart. I Still Love You. And Sometimes, My Friend, The Love That I Have And Cant Give To You, Crushed The Breast From My Chest. Soemtimes, Even Now, My Heart Is Drowning In A Sorrow That Has No Stars Without You, And No Laughter, And No Sleep.

I Think The Future Is Like Anything Else That's Important. It Has To Be Earned. If We Don't Earn It, We Don't Have A Future At All. And If We Don't Earn It, We Don't Deserve It, We Have To Live In The Present, More Or Less Forever. Or Worse, We Have To Live In The Past. I Think That's Probably What Love Is - A Way Of Earning The Future.

Nothing Grieves More Deeply Or Pathetically Than One Half Of A Great Love That Isn’t Meant To Be.

You Can Never Tell What People Have Inside Them Until You Start Taking It Away, One Hope At A Time