“If I hadn’t learned to lay on a two-hander once in a while, I’d never have left Flin Flon.”

Sadness shoots a bullet straight at your heart and love buys you time.

Do you think it possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?

It’s been a long time since we said goodbye and yet the echoes of it are still ringing in our ears.

In this wilderness, Mankind is the animal I fear.

We can always walk with them in the rain instead of just lending an umbrella.

Flowers only wither to bloom again. So shall you break, only to be whole again.

What do you do when the passion burns out? Start another fire.

To love well is the task in all meaningful relationships, not just romantic bonds.