If your blade were as sharp as your tongue, you'd have sliced my through years ago.

The heart of a person only beats when it's surrounded by blood, by family.

Emotions are like muscles. Most of them go highly unattended, it's usually the weaker, undefined ones that cause injury to the rest, and there is most certainly memory response in play.

I am forever grateful for not knowing—What would have been. WHAT WILL BE holds none of those bittersweet pangs and it is lit w joy.

Never mourn the loss of innocence, because it always brings the much greater gain of wisdom.