“In every storm you were the lighthouse, the direction in which to swim. so i grew strong a good swimmer and made it to your rocky shores.”

How can there be a relationship if one of us became a shadow of our former self?

Every hand i ever held caused me more pain than words can ever tell.

Sadness is great, the parting is a pain, yet in this pain lives the promise of reunion.

All you won was the trauma of people who didn’t deserve it.

It takes a lot of healing to feel a spark again.

The thoughts of you have become stronger over the years and so at times i have pushed them back, sought even to extinguish them

I’m your spark and you are mine.

Foolish if i trust one who has already shown themselves untrustworthy.

My sadness is that you broke your promise.

It is the set of the sails, not the direction of the wind that determines which way we will go.

Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

I think as a company, if you can get two things right–having a clear direction on what you are trying to do and bringing in great people who can execute on the stuff–then you can do pretty well.

If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading

Love consists of not looking each other in the eye, but of looking outwardly in the same direction.

Study the past if you would define the future.

Most people who travel look only at what they are directed to look at. Great is the power of the guidebook maker, however ignorant.

The direction in which education starts a man will determine his future life