Judith Guest

...it is love, imperfect and unordered, that keeps them apart, even as it holds them somehow together...

Life is not a series of pathetic, meaningles actions. Some of them are so far from pathetic, so far from meaningless as to be beyond reason, maybe beyond forgiveness.

I keep telling you that feeling is not selective. You can't feel pain, you aren't gonna feel anything else either.

. . . crazy world or maybe it's just the view we have of it, looking through a crack in the door, never being able to see the whole room, the whole picture.

Depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling.

People who keep stiff upper lips find that it's damn hard to smile.

People use people according to their own needs. Or don't use them. When a primary need is one of safety.

Depending on the reality one must face, one may prefer to opt for illusion.

To have a reason to get up in the morning it is necessary to possess a guiding principle. A belief of some kind. A bumper sticker if you will.