The mind is a yacht; the heart an oil tanker. The mind tacks swiftly; the heart is slow to turn. In a howling gale the mind can be...

Don’t wipe your tears away, don’t smother them with tissues, let them streak and splash and sparkle in the sun. Wear your tears like...

When someone says It’s a long story… It’s probably not that long. It’s quite likely they’ve just never had the chance to fully tell it...