I Want To Tell You A Story.

Life Is Like A Box Of Hand Grenades,you Never Know What Will Blow You To Kingdom Come

She Emptied Her Mind Of All Thought Of Herself, Of Her Children, Of All Anger, Of All Rebellion, Of All Questions. Then With A Profound And Deeply Willed Desire To Believe, To Be Heard, As She Had Done Every Day Since The Murder Of Carlo Rizzi, She Said The Necessary Prayers For The Soul Of Michael Corleone.

Falling In Love Is Great But Being In Love Is A Disaster

The Truth Now.he Was Disappointed In Human Beings.he Had Seen Too Many Betrayals,too Many Pitiful Weaknesses,too Much Greed For Money And Fame.the Falseness Between Lovers,husbands And Wifes,fathers,sons,mothers,daughters

Every Family Has Bad Memories.