A Flower Blooms Best In A Happy

You Can Trust A Few Some Of The Time, And Most None Of The Time. Feel Lucky If You Have Even One To Trust All Of The Time.

I Don't Think She's Ever Coming Back.

Seek The Tarnish And You Shall Find

I Wish The Night Would End, I Wish The Day'd Begin, I Wish It Would Rain Or Snow, Or The Wind Would Blow, Or The Grass Would Grow, I Wish I Had Yesterday, I Wish There Were Games To Play.

Perhaps Lovers Aren't Supposed To Look Down At The Ground. That Kind Of Story Is Told In Symbols-and Earth Represents Reality, And Reality Represents Frustrations, Chance Illnesses, Death, Murder, And All Kinds Of Other Tragedies. Lovers Are Meant To Look Up At The Sky, For Up There No Beautiful Illusions Can Be Trampled Upon.