And Thus Love Makes Fools Of Us

I Do Think It Is Harder To Acknowledge Our Strengths, Or To Forgive Ourselves And Each Other For Our Shortcomings, When There Has Not Been A Result We Can All Agree On. And It Is Certainly Impossible To Imagine Forgiving The Enemy While Their Animus Remains Undefeated. Yet War Doesn't End With Armistice, It Only Ends With Forgiveness And Reconciliation.

That Is The Trouble With Happiness-all Of It Is Built On Top Of Something That Men Want.

I Am A Woman Built Upon The Wreckage Of Myself.

I Think All Of Us Are Intrigued To Imagine What We As Individuals Would Become, If We Were Ever Tested As Hard As That Golden Generation Was.

Sad Words Are Just Another Beauty. A Sad Story Means, This Storyteller Is Alive