If my world were to cave in tomorrow, I would look back on all the pleasures, excitements and worthwhilenesses I have been lucky enough to have had. Not the sadness, not my miscarriages or my father leaving home, but the joy of everything else. It will have been enough.
Tears are words that need to be written.
Breathing is hard. When you cry so much, it makes you realize that breathing is hard.
Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.
Sadness flies away on the wings of time.
Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.
The sad truth is that opportunity doesn't knock twice.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
A million words would not bring you back, I know because I tried, neither would a million tears, I know because I cried.
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.
