If we allow our high creativity to remain alive we will never be bored. We can pray standing in line at the super market. Or we can be lost in awe at all the people around us their lives full of glory and tragedy and suddenly we will have the beginnings of a painting a story a song.

We live for our unfulfilled dreams when we are alive. Our fulfilled dreams live for us when we are gone

the best time to plant a tree is always twenty years ago. If for some reason you did not plant it then the next best time to plant a tree is now.

You were right the first time Cathy. It was a stupid silly story.Ridiculous Only insane people would die for the sake of love. Illbet you a hundred to one a woman wrote that junky romantic trashJust a minute ago Id despised that author for bringing about such amiserable ending then there I went rushing to the defense. T. M.Ellis could very well have been a man Though I doubt any woman writerin the nineteenth century had much chance of being published unlessshe used her initials or a mans name. And why is it all men thinkeverything a woman writes is trivial or trashy-or just plain sillydrivel Dont men have romantic notions Dont men dream of findingthe perfect love And it seems to me that Raymond was far moremushy-minded than Lily

My love let me be your chalice your holy grail of dreams.

Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone its where you go whenre youre alone its were you go to rest your bones. Its not just where you lay your head its not just where you make your bead. As long as were together does it matter where we go

The things you have are a shared effort Gods blessings and human strength. Give thanks for the blessings in all situations.

Dreams can only be seen with open eyes what you see while you asleep are nightmares.

Death abides by no ones rules...it takes what pleases it without consciousness to its decisions. It destroys what it will. It took the pieces of perfection I once knew and shattered them. Now what remains are shards of a dream drawing blood with every step.

One way or another life sucks with all its beauty and that is the time we give up on our dreams.