Wake The Sleeper Must, And Confront His

In All Experience, There Is Something To Be Learned. In Deepest Sorrow, Wisdom Is Found. In The Well Of Despair, Hope Rises.

I Should Have Realized, When Cathal Kissed Me In The Hallway, That My Response Was The First Raindrop Heralding A Storm.

Your Actions Are Your Own. Your Choices Are Your Own. Each Of Us Carries A Burden Of Guilt For Decisions Made Or Not Made. You Can Let That Rule Your Whole Life Or You Can Put It Behind You And Move On. Only A Madman Lets Jealousy Determine The Course Of His Existence. Only A Weak Man Blames Others For His Own Errors.

You May Be Your Own Best Helper, If You Choose The Right Path.

I Had Grown Up. I Had Learned That Being A Woman Was Knowing When To Stand Firm And When To Compromise. I Had Learned To Laugh And Weep; I Had Learned That I Was Weak As Well As Strong. I Had Learned To Love. I Was No Longer A Rigid, Upright Tree That Would Not Flex And Bow, Even Though The Gale Threatened To Snap It In Two; I Was The Willow That Bends And Shivers And Sways, And Yet Remains Strong.