We Carry Oceans Inside Of Us, In

Sometimes You Have To Lose To Win

I Went To War. .... I Survived, While Other Men Around Me Died. ... Men Whose Lives Were Crunched Up In Mistakes, And Thrown Away By The Wrong Second Of Someone Else's Hate, Or Love, Or Indifference.

Love Is A One-way Street. Love, Like Respect Isn't Something You Get; It's Something You Give

I Look Back, Now, And I Know That The Naming Moment, Which Seemed So Insignificant Then, Which Seemed To Demand No More Than An Arbitrary And Superstitious Yes Or No, Was In Fact A Pivotal Moment In My Life.

Some Loves Are Like That. Your Heart Starts To Feel Like An Overcrowded Lifeboat. You Throw Your Pride Out To Keep It Afloat, & Your Self-respect & Independence. After A While You Start Throwing People Out - Friends, Everyone You Know. & It's Still Not Enough. The Lifeboat Is Still Sinking, & You Know It's Going To Take You Down With It. I've Seen That Happen To A Lot Of People. I Think That's Why I'm Sick Of Love. - Karla