i wasn’t supposed to be b r o k e n.. not yet anyways.

you decived me.. had me believing every lie you told was the truth.

When one door of happiness closes, another opens; But often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened for us.

Many of our fears are tissue-paper-thin, and a single courageous step would carry us clear through them.

Fiction gives us a second chance that life denies us.

Miracles sometimes occur, but one has to work terribly hard for them.

A faith that cannot survive collision with the truth is not worth many regrets.

Our greatest happiness does not depend on the condition of life in which chance has placed us, but is always the result of a good conscience, good health, occupation, and freedom in all just pursuits.