For Many Of Us, The Curtain Had

But Hurting Ourselves To Inflict Pain On Others Is Just Another Cry To Be Loved.

The Dead Sit At Our Tables Long After They Have Gone.

When You Are Measuring Life, You Are Not Living It.

Nothing Haunts Us Like The Things We Don't Say.

Love- The Infatuation Kind- 'he's So Handsome, She's So Beautiful'- That Can Shrivel. As Soon As Something Goes Wrong, That Kind Of Love Can Fly Out The Window.