May 21, 2011

21 May

Nothing hurts more than realizing he meant everything to you, but you meant nothing to him.

If I agreed with you, we’d both be wrong.

It turns out that sometimes you have to do the wrong thing. Sometimes you have to make a mistake to figure out how to make things right. Mistakes are painful, but they are the only way to figure out who you really are.

A diplomat is someone who can tell you to go to hell in such a way that you will look forward to the trip.

Never, ever burn bridges. You’ll be suprised how many times you’ll be crossing them again.

We were given: Two hands to hold. To legs to walk. Two eyes to see. Two ears to listen. But why only one heart? Because the other was given to someone else. For us to find.


One Response to “May 21, 2011”

  1. wileyfcoyote July 13, 2012 at 5:14 am #

    Loved what you composed . . . just loved it . . . write me back!

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