I Made A Deal With The Devil

Grief Is Like The Wake Behind A Boat. It Starts Out As A Huge Wave That Follows Close Behind You And Is Big Enough To Swamp And Drown You If You Suddenly Stop Moving Forward. But If You Do Keep Moving, The Big Wake Will Eventually Dissipate. And After A Long Time, The Waters Of Your Life Get Calm Again, And That Is When The Memories Of Those Who Have Left Begin To Shine As Bright And As Enduring As The Stars Above.

While My Mind Is Flexible, These Brittle Bones Don't Bend.

Wrinkles Will Only Go Where The Smiles Have Been.

If I Couldn't Laugh, I Just Would Go Insane. If We Couldn't Laugh, We Just Would Go Insane. If We Weren't All Crazy, We Would Go Insane.

Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On.