So Many Times I Feel I'm Using

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

Man Alone Measures Time. Man Alone Chimes The Hour. And, Because Of This, Man Alone Suffers A Paralysing Fear That No Other Creature Endures. A Fear Of Time Running Out.

We All Have Two Things In Common, No Matter Who We Are: We Were Born And We Are Going To Die.

When Someone Is In Your Heart, They're Never Truly Gone. They Can Come Back To You, Even At Unlikely Times.

Lost Love Is Still Love.