Whenever We Manage To Love Without Expectations,

Sometimes We Plan A Trip To One Place, But Something Takes Us To Another

O My Choice Beauty You've Gone But Your Love Remains In My Heart Your Image In My Eye O Guide On My Winding Road I Keep Turning Round And Round In The Hopes Of Finding You

Your Heart Is The Size Of An Ocean. Go Find Yourself In Its Hidden Depths.

The Message Behind The Words Is The Voice Of The Heart.

Sorrow Prepares You For Joy. It Violently Sweeps Everything Out Of Your House, So That New Joy Can Find Space To Enter. It Shakes The Yellow Leaves From The Bough Of Your Heart, So That Fresh, Green Leaves Can Grow In Their Place. It Pulls Up The Rotten Roots, So That New Roots Hidden Beneath Have Room To Grow. Whatever Sorrow Shakes From Your Heart, Far Better Things Will Take Their Place.