The romantics would call this a love story, the cynics would call it a tragedy.
The pieces all fit together. Yet everything was falling apart.
The only thing I do know for sure is that if we both want to, we’ll find a way to make it work.
The ocean has been singing to me, and the song is that of our life together...
That's the thing about life. A lot of time, it isn't easy at all. We just have to try and make the best of it. Do you know what I mean?
That's the big mistake a lot of people make when they wonder how soldiers can put their lives on the line day after day or how they can fight for something they may not believe in. Not everyone does....
That initial anger she had felt turned to sadness, and now it had become something else, almost a dullness of sorts. Even though she was constantly in motion, it seemed as if nothing special ever happ...
She was, in other words, the kind of girl who made the rest of us look bad, and whenever she glanced my way, I couldn't help but feel guilty, even though I hadn't done anything wrong.
She was everything I wanted. She was beautiful and charming, with a quick sense of humor, and she supported me in everything I did.
She turned to face him. She reached over and touched his hand, hesitantly, gently, amazed that after all these years had somehow known exactly what she'd needed to hear. When their eyes locked, she on...
She couldn’t read his expression. As he started toward her, she recalled the way he’d seemed to glide through the sand the first time she’d ever seen him; she remembered their kiss on the boat dock th...
She couldn't think of anyone else who remotely resembled him. He was complicated, almost contradictory in so many ways, yet simple, a strangely erotic combination. On the surface he was a country boy,...
Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.
People will tell you most of the story… and I’ve learned that the part they neglect to tell you is often the most important part. People hide the truth because they’re afraid.
One would say something that challenged the other, often leading to an argument, and she realized how much she’d missed that. Not because they fought, but because of the trust it implied and the forgi...
Not really. I suppose it depends on how you look at it. For me . . . well, it just adds a richness you wouldn't otherwise get. People come, people go—they'll drift in and out of your life, almost like...
Noah: Would you just stay with me?Allie: Stay with you? What for? Look at us, we're already fightin'Noah: Well that's what we do, we fight... You tell me when I am being an arrogant son of a bitch and...
Noah Calhoun watched the fading sun sink lower from the wrap around porch of his plantation-style home.He liked to sit here in the evenings, especially after working hard all day.
No, I mumble. I try to shake my head but can't, the agony making it impossible. I want to stay awake. I want to be with you.Do not worry. I will be here when you wake. But you were gone before. I was...
No buts, he said, because there are none. You see yourself as someone who couldn't get away. I see the courageous woman who escaped. You see yourself as someone who should be ashamed or guilty because...