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My Memory Loves You… It Asks About You All The Time.

Although Our Emotions Sometimes Behave Like Spoiled, Selfish Children, Unfortunately We Cannot Send Them To Their Room Or Tell Them To Stop Screaming.

Lying Is Too Much Trouble. You Have To Make Sure To Taste Each Word Before Letting It Off Your Tongue. I Hate That. It's Hard Enough Making People Understand Without Lying.

Fear Pounds On The Door To Our Heart Demanding To Be Let In. Joy Is Modest And Often Comes Into Our Lives Like A Shy Person Entering A Room; It Can Take A While To Even Notice It's There.

I Have Never Heard Anyone Say This Is It. I Know Right Now Is The High Point Of My Life. It Will Never Get Any Better. Only In Retrospect Do We Recognize The Best Times And Of Course Then It Is Too Late.