If I Work Toward An End, Meantime

Perfectionism Is Slow Death.

Forgive And Be Happy. That Is The Ancient Secret?the Only Wisdom Ever To Be Attained.

There Is No Place Love Is Not.

Before, I Thought I Was Actually Fighting For My Own Self-worth; That Is Why I So Desperately Wanted People To Like Me. I Thought Their Liking Me Was A Comment On Me, But It Was A Comment On Them.

There Is Nothing More Painful Than Walking Around With Bitterness In Your Heart.