There Are Two Stories For Every Life;

Knowing Something And Understanding It Were Not The Same Thing.

Man Alone Measures Time. Man Alone Chimes The Hour. And, Because Of This, Man Alone Suffers A Paralysing Fear That No Other Creature Endures. A Fear Of Time Running Out.

Holding Anger Is A Poison. It Eats You From The Inside. We Think That Hating Is A Weapon That Attacks The Person Who Harmed Us. But Hatred Is A Curved Blade. And The Harm We Do, We Do To Ourselves. Forgive, Edward. Forgive...no One Is Born With Anger. And When We Die, The Soul Is Freed Of It. But Now, Here, In Order To Move On, You Must Understand Why You Felt What You Did, And Why You No Longer Need To Feel It.' She Touched His Hand. 'you Need To Forgive Your Father.' ~pgs 141-142

I Shot You, All Right," He Said, "and You Lost Something, But You Gained Something As Well. You Just Don't Know It Yet. I Gained Something, Too." What?" I Got To Keep My Promise. I Didn't Leave You Behind.

I Asked Myself, 'am I Going To Withdraw From The World, Like Most People Do, Or Am I Going To Live?' I Decided I Am Going To Live - Or At Least Try To Live - The Way I Want, With Dignity, With Courage, With Humor, With Composure.