One of the keys to happiness is a bad memory.
I heard them shouting through the muffling canvas of the bag, and then I was being impersonally hauled to my feet by my wrists, my arms wrenched up behind my back, my shoulders screaming.
We rarely think people have good sense unless they agree with us.
It really doesn't matter if the person who hurt you deserves to be forgiven. Forgiveness is a gift you give yourself. You have things to do and you want to move on.
He who is not very strong in memory should not meddle with lying.
Sometimes you can't see yourself clearly until you see yourself through the eyes of others.
I'm moving, but don't worry! Someone once told me we're all on the same planet, so I'll be okay!