Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Khalil Gibran
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.
Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.
You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.
You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them.