When you start to really know someone, all his physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in his energy, recognize the scent of his skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That's why you can't fall in love wi...
...in the end it's not just the big and small events that make you who you are, make your life what it is, it's how you choose to react to them-that's where you have control over your life.
The Universe doesn't like secrets. It conspires to reveal the truth, to lead you to it.
It's strange how memory gets twisted and pulled like taffy in its retelling, how a single event can mean something different to everyone present.
