Into every life may come tragedy and triumph. Our goal is to meet both equally with serenity and radiant acquiescence. Yet even from the storm clouds of tragedy, rainbows can appear.

We had little but we didn't know we had little. It seemed to us that we had much and we were very content.

Confirmations may come in many forms and at any time.

I wondered what things what things became when you no longer needed them, and I wondered what the future would hold once we'd gotten past our personal tragedies and proven them ultimately survivable.

Some people are like fragile petals, and they don't recover from hardship. Do we blame the petal? Or do we excuse its fragility and mourn its loss?

We must find within us a happiness with ourselves which no one else can disturb. Otherwise we give them power over us.