You Are Not Your Past.

Scenery Without Solace Is Meaningless.

I Give Myself A Good Cry If I Need It. But Then I Concentrate On The Good Things Still In My Life. I Don't Allow Myself Any More Self-pity Than That. A Little Each Every Morning, A Few Tears, And That's All.

Sometimes What You Miss The Most Is The Way A Loved One Made You Feel About Yourself.

When Your Time Came, It Came, And That Was That. You Might Say Something Smart On Your Way Out, But You Might Just As Easily Say Something Stupid.

But Hurting Ourselves To Inflict Pain On Others Is Just Another Cry To Be Loved.