Such Fickle Days Of Love When Pain

Like All Living Things, Love, Too, Struggles Against Hardship, And In The Process Sheds Its Fatuous Skin To Expose One Composed Of More Than Just A Storm Of Emotion-one Of Loyalty And Divine Friendship. And Though It May Be Temporarily Blinded By Adversity, It Never Gives In Or Up, Holding Tight To Lofty Ideals That Transcend This Earth And Time- While Its Counterfeit Simply Concludes It Was Mistaken And Quickly Runs Off To Find The Next Real Thing.

Some Men See Mountains As Obstacles. Others As A Canvas.

Don't Try To Write What Other People Are Writing - Write What Is True To You.

In The End, We All Lose It. Remember That. In The End, We Own Nothing.

I've Yet To Read A Love Story That Compares With Mine.