Voici mon secret. Il est très simple: on ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.

Perhaps it will all make sense when we've grown up and all the wounds are scars.


Sometimes I feel so much for no reason at all. That's OK.


Sometimes I feel so much - and can't put it in words.


I always feel silly saying the important stuff.


Like 'I'm so glad that there's a God Who loves me enough to give me friends like you.'


He will wipe every tear from our eyes.


Don't forget it.