Monday, January 30, 2006
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings
That you may retain your self-respect, it is better to displease the people by doing what you know is right, than to temporarily please them by doing what you is wrong.
Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.
