I was amazed at the support that I got when I was in there. And when I came out people knew that I was back on track. I was interested in working again.
How could something that felt so right actually be so wrong?
That's the tricky thing about being bonded to someone for life. Blake and his dad are bonded like I'm bonded with Erin. We're irrevocably tied together by history, a history that can never be erased. Even if you want to deny it, even it you want to pretend it never existed, it will always be a part of you. It will always, in some way, define who you are.
I have to get my life back on track. Order as an antidote to chaos. Calm after the storm.
I'm thinking that it might actually be possible for things to work out sometimes. Definitely not everything and maybe not the way you imagined. But sometimes, when you least expected it, life surprises you.
Just when it seems like life is getting good, something always has to come along and ruin it.
You can overcome your fears, you cange change, you can make life into what you've always wanted it to be. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon. So hang in.
A little bit of fragrance always clings to the hands that gives you roses
Maybe divisions like that are easy for people to accept, because then you don't have to make an effort to understand people or appreciate each of them. You just give them a general name: "black people" and "white people. " "Tall people" and "short people. " "Man" and "woman. " But we have to forget about all those terms. Every individual is unique in herself or himself.
Nothing in our Constitution suggests that government is a grantor of rights. Instead, government is a protector of rights.
Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul.