Sometimes, When You Are Not

Love Each Other Or Die.

There Is No Such Thing As 'too Late' In Life.

Holding Anger Is A Poison. It Eats You From The Inside. We Think That Hating Is A Weapon That Attacks The Person Who Harmed Us. But Hatred Is A Curved Blade. And The Harm We Do, We Do To Ourselves. Forgive, Edward. Forgive...no One Is Born With Anger. And When We Die, The Soul Is Freed Of It. But Now, Here, In Order To Move On, You Must Understand Why You Felt What You Did, And Why You No Longer Need To Feel It.' She Touched His Hand. 'you Need To Forgive Your Father.' ~pgs 141-142

I Think What You Notice Most When You Haven’t Been Home In A While Is How Much The Trees Have Grown Around Your Memories.

Nobody's Favorite Movie Is Some Dark, Dysfunctional Slasher Story. Everybody's Favorite Song Is A Sentimental Song. So Why All Of A Sudden Is It Bad To Be Sentimental In Books?