There Are No Dead Ends, Just Detours.

When You Love Someone, You Have To Be With Them, Don't You? To Be Part Of Their Life, To Have Them Be Part Of Yours." Glory In Death

Love Wasn't The Soft, Silky Words The Poets Spoke Of. Love,with It's Twin Edges, Was The One Factor That Weakened So Many Women, That Pushed Them To Compromised Their Own Wants, Their Own Needs For The Needs And Wants Of Another.

Two Women Can't Share A House Comfortably, No Matter How Fond They Might Be Of Each Other. It's Got To Be One Woman's Kitchen.

There Are No Dead Ends, Just Detours.

I’ve Been Happy Alone And I’ve Been Unhappy Without You. I Never Wanted To Depend On Anyone, Or To Let Myself Care So Much I Could Be Made Unhappy. But I Depend On You And I Love You.