You're never alone when you're reading a book.
It's best to know what your issues are before going ahead with a relationship.
Her name was a silent song on his lips. Her love was like a circle in the water, radiating ever outward, inevitably encompassing even the remotest of hearts.
Insults sting but a little when they stem from a man's ignorance.
He could not name precisely the special quality she possessed. A glow. An exuberance. An aggressive and determined joy that gave her the courage to push past his defenses, to confront him with unflinching courage, to look into his heart and to see something there worth fighting for.
She knew the soothing power of a human touch on aching flesh. Knew the strange bond that formed when two creatures united in mutual need, one hurting, the other healing.
Fear and love were sometimes the same thing both necessary unavoidable. Now she understood that it was okay to bleed if you know how to heal.
She knew with painful certainty that the opposite of love was not hate, but indifference.
An event in the present evokes past sensations. But science couldn't explain how a foolish heart had the power to overrule common sense.
She caught herself working so hard at mothering that she forgot to enjoy her children. -from ~Homecoming Season~
You always look on the dark side of life. I believe in capturing the moment...Joy is so fleeting. You never know when it might be snatched away.
She watched the gap between ship and shore grow to a huge gulf. Perhaps this was a little like dying, the departed no longer visible to the others, yet both still existed, only in different worlds.
at the center of every fairy tale lay a truth that gave the story its power.
There is something about losing your mother that is permanent and inexpressable - a wound that will never quite heal.