Anger is the most impotent of passions. It affects nothing it touches and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it is directed.
Joy is the experience of knowing that you are unconditionally loved and that nothing–sickness, failure, emotional distress, oppression, war, or even death–can take that love away.
I am sorry for blaming you… For everything I just couldn’t do… And I have hurt myself by hurting you… There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to hear your voice again… Sometimes, I want to call you, but I know you won’t be there… It’s hard to say goodbye when i …
I want to write ‘I miss you’ on a rock and throw it at your face so you know how much it hurts to miss you. Please miss me also and be with me immediately and always!