When Hope Is Gone, Time Is Punishment.

Holding Anger Is A Poison. It Eats You From The Inside. We Think That Hating Is A Weapon That Attacks The Person Who Harmed Us. But Hatred Is A Curved Blade. And The Harm We Do, We Do To Ourselves. Forgive, Edward. Forgive...no One Is Born With Anger. And When We Die, The Soul Is Freed Of It. But Now, Here, In Order To Move On, You Must Understand Why You Felt What You Did, And Why You No Longer Need To Feel It.' She Touched His Hand. 'you Need To Forgive Your Father.' ~pgs 141-142

Look, No Matter Where You Live, The Biggest Defect We Human Beings Have Is Our Shortsightedness. We Don’t See What We Could Be. We Should Be Looking At Our Potential, Stretching Ourselves Into Everything We Can Become. But If You’re Surrounded By People Who Say ‘i Want Mine Now,’ You End Up With A Few People With Everything And A Military To Keep The Poor Ones From Rising Up And Stealing It.

Once, Lovers On Faraway Shores Sat By Candlelight And Dipped Ink To Parchment, Writing Words That Could Not Be Erased. They Took An Evening To Compose Their Thoughts, Maybe The Next Evening As Well.

I Think We've Created A System Here Where Only The Lifelong Politicians, Who Are Used To This Kind Of Life In The Spotlight And Don't Care, Or People Who Have Egos Along The Lines Of Donald Trump - Who Just Don't Care What People Say About Them - They're The Only People Who Are Ever Going To Run Because Nobody Wants Their Life Dissected As Meanly And As Randomly As Our Media Has Come To Do With Anybody Who Runs For Office.

That's What Heaven Is. You Get To Make Sense Of Your Yesterdays