Miracles Happen Quietly Every Day - In

Never Tell A Child That Something It's Too Hard

I Give Myself A Good Cry If I Need It, But Then I Concentrate On All Good Things Still In My Life.

There Is Everything You Know And There Is Everything That Happens. When The Two Do Not Line Up, You Make A Choice.

We Do Not Realize The Sound The World Makes -- Unless, Of Course, It Comes To A Stop. Then, When It Starts, It Sounds Like An Orchestra.

At That Moment I Felt Lonelier Than I'd Ever Felt Before, And That Loneliness Seemed To Squat In My Lungs And Crush All But My Most Minimal Breathing. There Was Nothing Left To Say. Not About This. Not About Anything.