My story can't be summed up in two or three sentences; it can't be packaged into something neat and simple that people would immediately understand.
My daddy used to tell me 'the first time you fall in love it changes your life forever, and no matter how hard you try, the feelin' never goes away. This girl you been tellin' me about was your first...
Most people don’t know how to appreciate the silence. They can’t help talking.
Love is sustained by action, a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other every day.
Knowing there's one thing I still haven't told you: I now believe, by the way, that miracles can happen.
Katie was reminded again that love can sometimes achieve the impossible.
Katie smiled and turned away, knowing it wasn't an illusion or a figment of her imagination. She knew what she saw. She knew what she believed.
It’s about who walks into your life, says ‘I’m here for you,’ and then proves it.
It's a full moon here tonight, which makes me think of you. Because, I know that no matter what I am doing or where I am, this moon will always be the same size as yours, half a world away.
It was, I remembered thinking, the most difficult walk anyone ever had to make. In every way, a walk to remember.
It was one thing, after all, to know his feelings for Amanda hadn't changed; it was another thing entirely to face the future with the certainty that they never would.
It always amazes me that once you cut through the clutter, people are pretty much the same. Especially through adolescence and early adulthood. For the most part, people go through the same experience...
I've learned that memories can have a physical, almost living presence.
I'd like to marry you, if you think that would be okay.
I knew my father had done the best he could, and I had no regrets about the way I'd turned out. Regrets about journey, maybe, but not the destination.
I finished your song, she said. Our last song. And I want to play it for you.
I don’t know you? Hell, I know you! You’re a damn coward, is what you are! You’re afraid of living because you think it means giving up this cross you’ve been carrying around your whole life. But this...
I don't want to lose you.' His voice almost a whisper. Seeing his haggard expression, she took his hand and squeezed it, then reluctantly let it go. She could feel the tears again, and she fought them...
I cry to you, my Lord, my rock! Do not be deaf to me, for if you are silent, I shall go down to the pit like the rest. Hear my voice raised in petition as I cry to you for help, as I raise my hands, m...
How's it hangin' Harry?I keep trying to die, but they won't let me.Well, you can't have everything.