We Can Never Flee The Misery That

We Lead Our Lives Like Water Flowing Down A Hill, Going More Or Less In One Direction Until We Splash Into Something That Forces Us To Find A New Course.

No One Knows The Author Of Memoir So Well Like Himself.

I Went Back To Those Graves Not Long Afterward And Found As I Stood There That Sadness Was A Very Heavy Thing. My Body Weighed Twice What It Had Only A Moment Earlier, As If Those Graves Were Pulling Me Down Toward Them.

Waiting Patiently Doesn't Suit You. I Can See You Have A Great Deal Of Water In Your Personality. Water Never Waits. It Changes Shape And Flows Around Things, And Finds The Secret Paths No One Else Has Thought About. [mameha]

A Tree May Look As Beautiful As Ever; But When You Notice The Insects Infesting It, And The Tips Of The Branches That Are Brown From Disease, Even The Trunk Seems To Lose Some Of Its Magnificence.