A Garden Isn't Meant To

Memory Is The Only Friend Of Grief.

To Me And My Kind Life Itself Is A Story And We Have To Tell It In Stories - That Is The Way It Falls.

The Stitch Of A Book Is Its Words.

Wanting Is The Beginning Of Getting.

The Best Would Be To Have Friends Who Came And Went Away; But If I Had To Choose Between Their Never Coming Or Never Going Away, I Think I Would Choose That They Do Not Come.