There's No Hurt So Great That Love

The Kids Who Speak Well, Are Articulate And Intelligent, Are All Readers.

Such Fickle Days Of Love When Pain And Ecstasy Share The Same Hour

In The End, We All Lose It. Remember That. In The End, We Own Nothing.

It's Our Memories That Make Us Who We Are. Without Them, We're Nothing. If That Means We Have To Hurt Sometimes, It's Worth It.

There Are Two Kinds Of People. Those Who Climb Mountains And Those Who Sit In The Shadow Of The Mountains And Critique The Climbers.