Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.
How sad it is that we give up on people who are just like us.
Play is often talked about as if it were a relief from serious learning. But...
Parents are like shuttles on a loom. They join the threads of the past with...
Knowing that we can be loved exactly as we are gives us all the best...
It would be a sad day if we British stopped being cynical, but you...
I have this absurd syndrome where I get these out-of-the-blue, pathetic...
It’s just rubbish.
