There's No One So Self-righteous As Someone

Your Heart Is Not A Wound To Be Poked At To See If The Scab Is Ready To Come Off. You Can Be Healed Of That Very Old Pain, If You’ll Just Let It Happen. (marianne)

Methinks We Have A Clue. Be Still, My Heart.

Some Days You Go Bear Hunting And You Get Eaten. Some Days You Come Home With A Nice Rug To Roll Around On, And Bear Steaks. What They Don't Tell You As A Kid Is That Sometimes You Get The Rug And Steaks, But You Also Get Some Nice Scars To Go With Them. As A Child You Don't Understand That You Can Win, But That's It's Not Always Worth The Price. Once You Understand And Accept That Possibility You Become A Real Grown Up, And The World Becomes A Much More Serious Place. Not Less Fun, But Once You Realize What Can Go Wrong, It's A Lot Scarier To Go Hunting "bears".

I Laid My Hand On Top Of Theirs, And All I Could Think Was, Is This How Revolutions Begin? Not With A Proclamation Or A Riot, But With A Few People In A Room Somewhere With Their Hands Clasped And A Purpose.

I Smiled At Him, As Doyle Squeezed My Hand And I Squeezed Back. "some People Are Addicted To Falling In Love, Doctor. Some People Love That Rush Of New Emotions, And When That First Rush Of New Love Is Spent, They Move On To The Next, Thinking The Love Wasn't Real. What I Felt In Her, And Potentially In You, Is The Love Of Years. Love That Knows That That First Rush Of Freshness Isn't The Real Thing. It's The Tip Of The Iceberg.