What am I to do?What is my destiny?I have no idea, not a clueFeeling lost and empty.What is my dream?What is my future?I beg thee to listen to me, I beg thee to answer.

I don't feel strong anymoreI feel like falling to my knees.Things aren't the way they were before, They're not the way they're supposed to be.

I yearn to make these scars disappearAnd to forget about the past.To throw away all of my fearsAnd to be happy at last.

This is where I belong, burning in these flames. For everything I have done wrong, I know I am to blame.

Within my reflection I see tears, for what I see is the truth, are my greatest fears.

Pain and beauty, our constant bedfellows

Pragmatism is good prevention for problems.

...it was inevitable I loved you - we were soul mates - for the same reason, we were fated to suffer...

Translation software is not making translators obsolete. Has medical diagnostic software made doctors obsolete?

Reason had no place to crash once Emotion came to town.

Self-pity gets you nowhere. But insight to see that something can be done with the second-bests and adventurous daring to try might be a handle to take hold of.

By object is meant some element in the complex whole that is defined in abstraction from the whole of which it is a distinction.

We can't give our children the future, strive though we may to make it secure. But we can give them the present.

I am lactose intolerant, and I always thought it was really funny how people who are lactose intolerant continue to eat dairy, because they like it so much. And I find it not acceptable.

Laughter always forgives.