“Fighting fire with fire only gets you ashes!”

Cruel words erode the self-esteem like the ocean eats away the shore.

Kissing power is stronger than will power.

How should they answer?

Kids grow up awfully fast these days,”she said. “You should try to have a good relationship with your kids, no matter what they do.

It is a sad commentary of our times when our young must seek advice and counsel from ‘Dear Abby’ instead of going to Mom and Dad.

Loneliness is the ultimate poverty.

Wisdom doesn’t automatically come with old age. Nothing does – except wrinkles. It’s true, some wines improve with age. But only if the grapes were good in the first place.

While forbidden fruit is said to taste sweeter, it usually spoils faster.

It is almost impossible to throw dirt on someone without getting a little on yourself

The less you talk, the more you’re listened to.

If you want your children to turn out well, spend twice as much time with them, and half as much money.

There is no end to the undeserved misery and mischief it could create.

Never give a golfer an ultimatum unless you’re prepared to lose.

A bad habit never disappears miraculously, it’s an undo-it-yourself project.

Never advise anyone to go to war or to get married.

It is totally unconscionable to subject defenseless animals to mutilation and death, just so a company can be the first to market a new shade of nail polish or a new, improved laundry detergent. It’s cruel, it’s brutal, it’s inhumane, and most people don’t want it.

Ash, I want you. Bad, very very bad. But you deserve better than this

Glory comes too late when we are nought but ashes.

But Ash, I can’t continue to want you from a distance. To love you and not have you. I’d end up in jail if anyone tried to touch you and God forbid you tried to date someone.

Is there a chance? A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel? A reason to fight? Is there a chance you may change your mind? Or are we ashes and wine?

Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes.

Then I will speak upon the ashes.

Hidden in the ashes, of a fallen building lays a child’s family photo, with whom he could never unite in life.

I will rise like a phoenix from the ashes of the bridges I burned.