The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.
Common sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.
At the end of the day you know love does not happen between two perfect...
The blues was like that problem child that you may have had in the family. You was a little bit ashamed to let anybody see him but you loved him. You just didn't know how other people would take it.
