Close Your Eyes And Stare Into The

I Think That Most People Go To Bookshops And Have No Idea What They Want To Buy. Somehow The Books Sit There, Almost Magically Willing People To Pick Them Up. The Right Person For The Right Book. Its As Though They Know Whose Life They Need To Be A Part Of, How They Can Make A Difference, How They Can Teach A Lesson, Put A Smile On A Face At Just The Right Time.

When You Drop A Glass Or A Plate To The Ground, It Makes A Crashing Sound. When A Window Shatters, A Table Breaks, Or A Picture Fall Of The Wall, It Makes Noise. But As For Your Heart, When That Breaks, It's Completely Silent... And You Almost Wish There Was A Noise To Distract You From The Pain.

Moments Are Precious, Sometimes They Linger And Other Times They're Fleeing, And Yet So Much Could Be Done In Them; You Could Change A Mind, You Could Save A Life And You Could Even Fall In Love.

Every Single Ordinary Person Has An Extraordinary Story.

We're So Arrogant, Aren't We? So Afraid Of Age, We Do Everything We Can To Prevent It. We Don't Realize What A Privilege It Is To Grow Old With Someone. Someone Who Doesn't Drive You To Commit Murder Or Doesn't Humiliate You Beyond Repair.