The soul is healed by being with children.

He dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her. Petra Cotes for her part loved him more and more as she felt his love increasing and that was how in the ripeness of autumn she began to believe once more in the youthful superstition that poverty was the servitude of love. Both looked back then on the wild revelry the gaudy wealth and the unbridled fornication as an annoyance and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude. Madly in love after so many years of sterile complicity they enjoyed the miracle of living each other as much at the table as in bed and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out people they kept on blooming like little children and playing together like dogs.

If someone thinks that peace and love are just a cliche that must have been left behind in the 60s thats a problem. Peace and love are eternal.

I think it is all a matter of love the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes

Its hard being left behind. ... Its hard to be the one who stays.

I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.

The only thing more unthinkable than leaving was staying the only thing more impossible than staying was leaving.

Mama Mama help me get homeIm out in the woods I am out on my own.I found me a werewolf a nasty old muttIt showed me its teeth and went straight for my gut.Mama Mama help me get homeIm out in the woods I am out on my own.I was stopped by a vampire a rotting old wreckIt showed me its teeth and went straight for my neck.Mama Mama put me to bedI wont make it home Im already half-dead.I met an Invalid and fell for his artHe showed me his smile and went straight for my heart.-From A Childs Walk Home Nursery Rhymes and Folk Tales

and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself he would die. Maybe not immediately maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain but it would happen. You couldnt live for very long without a heart.

With my last breath Ill exhale my love for you. I hope its a cold day so you can see what you meant to me.