I'll have no husband, if you be not he.

I hadn't been out to the hives before, so to start off she gave me a lesson in what she called 'bee yard etiquette'. She reminded me that the world was really one bee yard, and the same rules work...

Surely the heart is not a fitting place to house hatred. But where is its place? I don't know. That is one of the universe's Unknowns. It would seem that the God's truly delight in messing things up,...

...being able to listen to unrepeatable secrets, wishes, and desires wasn't as wonderful as it seemed...being aware of what other people felt at every moment would come to cause him a lot of...

Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can't strike them all by ourselves

A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.

Every family is a ghost story.

... But hurting ourselves to inflict pain to others is just another cry to be loved.

I don't know what it is about the food your mother makes for you, especially when it's something that anyone can make - pancakes, meat loaf, tuna salad - but it carries a certain taste of memory.

The bride waits here, she said, running her hands along her hair, taking in her image but seeming to drift away. This is the moment you think about what you're doing. Who you're choosing. Who you will...

She explains that lost love is still love.Life has to end but love doesn't

Lost love is still love. It takes a different form.

A wind blew, and the sand around his drawing scattered. He wrapped his fingers inside his wife's, and Father Time rekindled a connection he had only ever had with her. He surrendered to that sensation...

People say they find love, as if it were an object hidden under a rock. But love takes many forms, and it is never the same for any man and woman. What people find then is a certain love.

You really loved her?''I would have given my life.''Would you have taken it?''No, child,' he said.'That is not ours to do.

The truth is, there is no line. There's only your life, how you mess it up, and who is there to save you.Or who isn't.

Sometimes, love brings you together even as life keeps you apart.

I love you every day,Mom

A half-read book is a half-finished love affair.