Something Is Always Happening Somewhere.

You Are Not Your Past.

If You Could Pack For Heaven, This Was How You'd Do It, Touching Everything, Taking Nothing.

I Made The Wrong Choice ," I Whispered. My Mother Shook Her Head. "a Child Should Never Have To Choose.

You Can't Substitute Material Things For Love Or For Gentleness Or For Tenderness Or For A Sense Of Comradeship

Accept The Past As Past, Without Denying It Or Discarding It.