Start Using Your Wings; They Need Some

When We're Interested In Something, Everything Around Us Appears To Refer To It (the Mystics Call These Phenomena "signs," The Sceptics "coincidence," And Psychologists "concentrated Focus," Although I've Yet To Find Out What Term Historians Should Use).

She, With Her Affection And Her Gaiety, Had Been Largely Responsible For Him Having Rediscovered The Meaning Of Life, Her Love Had Driven Him To The Far Corners Of The Earth, Because He Needed To Be Rich Enough To Buy Some Land And Live In Peace With Her For The Rest Of Their Days. It Was His Utter Confidence In This Fragile Creature, That Had Made Him Fight With Honor, Because He Knew That After A Battle He Could Forget All The Horrors Of War In Her Arms, And That, Despite All The Women He Had Known, Only There In Her Arms Could He Close His Eyes And Sleep Like A Child.

Love Is Not A Habit, A Commitment, Or A Debt. It Isn't What Romantic Songs Tell Us It Is - Love Simply Is.

He Does Not Keep Company With Those Who Wish To Harm Him.

What Was Broken Will Never Be The Same Again.