Each new day is a blank page in the diary of your life.
The secret of success is in turning that diary into the best story you possibly can


Photos like this make me wonder: Did they live? Did he ever return home? Did they ever get married, start a family? Or did he die, and she was left to go on without him? As tragic as it seems, that happened so many times during WWII, and looking at these people, it makes you wonder if they were they any different. I really hope so;
 hope they got their happy ending.


 Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if I had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great
Kollar på The Twilight Saga,och har så himla ont i mitt vänstra öra,vet inte varför.I vilket fall den där dikten tycker jag är så vacker,den är skriven av Robert Frost, och är med i början av filmen.Här kan ni läsa lite av meningen av den.