Mistakes are flowers of change.

Some choices are destined to be mistakes.

All I ask the new year for is to fall silently into the spacesthat the last one left empty. Filling them with a hopethat tells me gently at dawnthat my simple love can cure even the most extraordinary heart and that my broken past is enough for each tomorrow that follows.Maybe it will even remind methat all the mistakes I will collect over the next yearare not as bad as the chances I missed in the last one.

The only mistake about love is that life can’t remember it and the heart won’t find it.

And all these mistakes shaped her heart like a wildflower.

And all these mistakes she made over the years - they shaped her heart like a wildflower.