I am a romantic but I do put up a barrier around myself so it is hard for people to get in and to know the real me

Love is as varied and unpredictable as the rain is it comes in constant summer drizzles or sudden unforseen storms that make rivers burst their banks and Cornish fishing boats rock and spill and lose their crew in the Atlantic.

Spread love everywhere you go first of all in your own home. Give love to your children to your wife or husband to a next door neighbor . . . Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of Gods kindness kindness in your face kindness in your eyes kindness in your smile kindness in your warm greeting.

Think how you love me she whispered. I dont ask you to love me always like this but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me therell always be the person I am to-night.

Each in the most hidden sack keptthe lost jewels of memoryintense love secret nights and permanent kissesthe fragment of public or private happiness.A few the wolves collected thighsother men loved the dawn scratchingmountain ranges or ice floes locomotives numbers.For me happiness was to share singingpraising cursing crying with a thousand eyes.I ask forgiveness for my bad waysmy life had no use on earth.

So I would choose to be with youThats if the choice were mine to makeBut you can make decisions tooAnd you can have this heart to break

...to be in a relationship with God is to be loved purely and furiously. And a person who thinks himself unlovable cannot be in a relationship with God because he cant accept who God is a Being that is love. We learn that we are lovable or unlovable from other people...That is why God tells us so many times to love each other.

There is nothing so rewarding as to make people realize that they are worthwhile in this world.

Memory is a funny thing. When I was in the scene I hardly paid it any mind. I never stopped to think of it as something that would make a lasting impression certainly never imagined that eighteen years later I would recall it in such detail. I didnt give a damn about the scenery that day. I was thinking about myself. I was thinking about the beautiful girl walking next to me. I was thinking about the two of us together and then about myself again. It was the age that time of life when every sight every feeling every thought came back like a boomerang to me. And worse I was in love. Love with complications. The scenery was the last thing on my mind.

Even when a river of tears courses through this body the flame of love cannot be quenched.