Heather Babcock

You don__ choose these people and in the not choosing you learn tolerance. You learn to forgive.

Dandelions are just friendly little weeds who only want to be loved like flowers.

Time doesn__ really __arch on_. It tends to tip-toe. There__ no parade. No stomping of boots to alert you to its passing. One day, you turn around and it is gone.

Betty realized that when it came to relationships with other human beings, she would always feel alone. And yet there was this place _ this small special place inside of her _ a place where quiet beauty was embraced, a place where memories became fantasies and where fantasies became memories. Like a pebble, Betty could lose herself within this place, this opulent ocean, and yet even if the water were to one day reject her too, even if it were to cast her back up onto its shores, she knew that she would catch the light of the sun again.