Whoever Is Happy Will Make Others Happy.

I Never Utter My Real Feelings About Anything. My Lighter, Superficial Side Will Always Be Too Quick For The Deeper Side Of Me, And That's Why It Always Wins.

Then I Fall Asleep With A Stupid Feeling Of Wishing To Be Different From What I Am Or From What I Want To Be; Perhaps To Behave Differently From The Way I Want To Behave Or Do Behave.

I Wonder If Anyone Can Ever Succeed In Making Their Children Content.

Up Till Now I Always Thought Bickering Was Just Something Children Did And They Outgrew It. Of Course, There's Sometimes A Reason To Have A 'real' Quarrel, But The Verbal Exchanges That Take Place Here Are Just Plain Bickering. I Should Be Used To The Fact That These Squabbles Are Daily Occurrences, But I'm Not And Never Will Be As Long As I'm The Subject Of Nearly Every Discussion. (they Refer To These As 'discussions Instead Of 'quarrels', But Germans Don't Know The Difference!)

What's Done Can't Be Undone, But At Least You Can Keep It From Happening Again.