Marriage is a partnership, not a democracy.
Everyone wanted to believe that endless love was possible. She'd believed in it once too, back when she was eighteen. But she knew that love was messy, just like life. It took turns that people couldn...
I'll think about you every day. Part of me is scared that there will come a time when you don't feel the same way,that you'll somehow forget what we shared, so this is what I want to do. Wherever you...
I guess what I'm trying to say is that you are there, in everything I am, in everything I've ever done, and looking back, I know that I should have told you know much you've always meant to me.
It hadn't been so long ago, yet sometimes she felt that she'd been an altogether different person back then.
And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking...
That was the dirty secret associated with her past. Not that she'd been abused but that somehow she felt that she deserved it because she'd let it happen. Even now, it shamed her, and there were times...
If pinpointing God's presence were really that simple, then he supposed the beaches would be more crowded in the mornings. They would be filled with people on their own quests, instead of people joggi...
God, with a wisdom I can't claim to understand, called you home a long time ago, and the tears I shed that night have never seemed to dry.
EVERYONE MAKES MISTAKES, EVEN THE PERSONS WE LOVE.
You kissed me yes, But it was not just goodnight even then I could feel the promise in it. The promise that you could kiss me like that forever.
That speaking the words, even if true, had little power to change the inevitable or even make him feel much better.
I know the Lord has a plan for us all, but sometimes, I just don't understand what the message can be.
Change not only was inevitable, but usually brought its own rewards.
Angela had done a marvelous job, I tell you. The puke was everywhere except the toilet. The walls, the floor, the sinks - even on the ceiling, though don't ask me how she did that. So there I was, per...
In her eyes and in her touch I felt the echoes of my words.
If conversation was the lyrics, laughter was the music, making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over and over without getting stale.
Our lives can't be measured by our final years, of this I am sure.
It went on, this lifetime in a box, one letter after another.
Isn't that the tie Lily bought for your birthday?Evan looked down to examine it. It was paisley, a kaleidoscope of color. Yes it is, as a matter of fact. Good memory. What do you think? Too much?It do...