Give Yourself Time To Get Better.

There Is No Sound So Terrible As A Man's Sorrow For His Own Death.

Sometimes Being Fooled By Love Is Worth The Price. At Least You Know You're Alive And Capable Of Feeling, Even If All You End Up With Is Chest Pain.

There Are Days When None Of Us Can Bear It, But The Good Comes Around Again. Happiness Is Seasonal, Like Anything Else. Wait It Out. There Are People Who Love You. People Who Can Help.

There Was An Author Who Titled His Books By Days Of The Weeks And Another One That Used Colors. Then There Was Edward Gorey Who Wrote The Book The Gashlycrumb Tinies, About The Untimely Death Of 26 Victorian Children, Each Representing A Letter Of The Alphabet. I Thought What A Great Way To Link The Titles.

Pay Enough For Anything And It Passes For Taste.