“Never again the music blown as brightlyOff of my heart as foam blown off a wave;Never again the melody that lightly Caressed my grief and healed the wounds it gave.Never again–I hear my dark thoughts clashingSullen and blind as waves that beat a wall–Age that is coming, summer that is going,All I have lost or never found at all.”

“Nobody wants to get lost and end up in a homeless shelter, but you may if you don’t have a definite destination with a clear map.”

“Even if things aren’t going the way we want right now, we will always get through it.”