What was that thing that could make two people promise one another to spend every day of the rest of their lives together? Ah,I found it. It was a thing called love. A small simple word.
What if we knew what tomorrow would bring? Would we fix it? Could we?
Well, even a garden grows stranglers, love. It grows them naturally, all by itself. They creep up and choke the plants that are growing from the very same soil as they are. We each have our demons, ou...
We haven’t lost everything, if we haven’t lost our hope.
Wanting everything that's mine to actually be mine and not at the mercy of others and their mistakes.
Twice we stood beside each other at the altar, Rosie. Twice. And twicewe got it wrong. I needed you to be there for my wedding day but I was toostupid to see that I needed you to be the reason for my...
Todos necesitamos soñar. No hay que perder la esperanza en que es posible conseguir algo más que lo que una tiene.
Today I love you more than ever; tomorrow I will love you even more.
Today I love you more than ever; tomorrow I will love you even more. I need you more than ever; I want you more than ever.
Time cannot be packaged and ribboned and left under trees for christmas morning.Time can't be given.But it can be shared
This story is about people, secrets, and time. About people who, not unlike wrapped parcels, cover themselves with layers and layers until they present themselves to the right ones who can unwrap them...
They’re seeing each other for the first time, two complete strangers, unable to take their eyes off each other. It is the moment his life splits; who he was before he met her and who becomes after.
They say it gets easier,’ he smiled. ‘So they say,’ Holly said grimly. ‘Apparently gallons of tea do the trick.
They say a story loses something with each telling. If that is the case, this story has lost nothing, for it’s the first time it’s been told.
They hide well, these rational-thinking concerned people.
There were hundreds of them spread across the floor, each telling its own tale of triumph or sadness, each letter representing a phase in her life. She had kept them all.
The world went on, simple as that, and there was no bubble big enough to protect her.
The trouble with being punctual is that there’s nobody there to see it,
The next best thing never last for too long
The heart knew that something was missing and it was having to work extra hard to make up for it.