Si no existiesen las sombras ¿Cómo podríamos ver la luz del sol?
People have a way of believing nothing terrible will ever happen to them, only to others.
Love . . . I put so much faith in it.Truth . . . I kept believing it falls always from the lips of the one you love and trust the most.Faith . . . it's all bound up to love and trust. Where does one e...
It's not good to be alone when you feel bereft. It's better to be with people and share your grief, and not keep it locked up inside.She said this dry-eyed, with not a tear, but somewhere deep inside...
It was my way to turn over all that glittered and look for the tarnish.
It was a peculiar kind of night, as if fate had planned this night, long ago, and this night was our destiny, right or wrong. It was darkness lit up by the moon so full and bright, and the stars seeme...
I never realized that the blue sky I saw was not the soft, nurturing sky of spring, but the cold, chilling, lonely sky of winter
I lay so still in the gloom I could hear the house breathe, and the boards of the floors whispered, conniving a way to keep me here forever.
I believe, though I’m not sure, once you are an adult, and come back to the home of your parents to live, for some odd reason, you’re reduced to being a child again, and dependent. Her parents tug her...
For everything can come to those who have the desire,the drive, the dedication, and the determination. v.c.andrews
¿Acaso dice la arcilla a su alfarero: Qué haces?
Opened.
All you can do is he there and suffer.
You can’t love anyone without pain, the pain of jealousy and the pain of loss. It will always be under your skin and in your heart waiting to pounce.
Why did I think back then, that happiness was always just ahead in the future, when I would be an adult, able to make my own decisions, go my own way, be my own person? Why had it seemed that being a...
Pain always makes me antagonistic--are you any different?
My heart felt like a cold ember. Last night it flamed with hope. Today it was coated with ashes.
Let's just say when she's seventy, she'll be a leading candidate for the Olivia Foxworth award.
Las personas somos como diminutas semillas,nutridas por el amor, la amistad y los cuidados. Si se les dedica el tiempo y la atención suficientes, inclusouna vieja planta raquítica, abandonada en un pa...
It was the eyes. The secret of love was in the eyes, the way one person looked at another, the way eyes communicated and spoke when the lips never moved.