...strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day...
The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open...
Love is just a contact of no refusal.
Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things that revolve around love.
You haunt my days and dreams.
A house is never small or empty, when filled with love.
Most men and women born in the fifties or earlier were socialized to believe that marriages and/or committed romantic bonds of any kind should take precedence over all other relationships. Had I been...
Love powers my heart and color powers my soul.
Every corner and room of a house will carry memories, make these the most pleasurable times you shared with your family.
Glory of the world makes life meaningless. Glory of God fulfills it.
Grow your courage by remembering each day is a gift.
