Angels

smarter than me. But here's the thing my life did get better. I made a decision to let go of my dreams, because they were killing me, and I stopped asking the impossible of myself. I changed my attitude and decided to focus on what I had rather than what i didn't have.

That's the thing with relationships, I understood: it doesn't mean we don't hurt one another; how can we help it sometimes, we're only human. But if you love someone, you get hurt and you manage to forgive. And be forgiven.

The stars are always there, even in the daytime. Sometimes we just can't see them.

However, often when fatal things are happening, you don't know at the time that they're fatal. You get an inkling that they're Not Good, that they Haven't Helped, but only the passage of time will reveal just how bad they are.

If it don't come back, it was never yours. If it comes back, it's yours to keep.

Once the door to one disaster had opened, the possibilities for catastrophe seemed open-ended and I felt I'd no choice but to go along with my life as it unraveled.

The stars are always there, even in the daylight. Sometimes we just can't see them.

You don't have to sleep with someone, you can be unfaithful with your emotions.

Im sorry, I thought it would be better that way. Less painful, to just let it all fade away.

Isn't it strange that sometimes the memory of an act of kindness can cause more pain than the cruel stuff?