You All Looked So Happy Together In

So Many Objects, So Many Memories. Each Was Being Labelled And Packed Away In Bags Just As It Was In Her Mind. To Be Stored In An Area That Would Sometime Be Called Upon To Teach And Help In Future Life.

I Can Only Assume That There’s Only One Thing More Frustrating Than Not Being Able To Find Someone, And That’s Not Being Found. I Would Want Someone To Find Me, More Than Anything.

I Don't Know Why Men Like To Barbecue So Much. Maybe Its The Only Thing They Can Cook. Or Maybe They're Just Closet Pyromaniacs.

Nobody's Life Is Filled With Perfect Little Moments. And If It Were, They Wouldn't Be Perfect Little Moments. They Would Just Be Normal. How Would You Ever Know Happiness If You Never Experience Downs?

I Think That Most People Go To Bookshops And Have No Idea What They Want To Buy. Somehow The Books Sit There, Almost Magically Willing People To Pick Them Up. The Right Person For The Right Book. Its As Though They Know Whose Life They Need To Be A Part Of, How They Can Make A Difference, How They Can Teach A Lesson, Put A Smile On A Face At Just The Right Time.