Annabelle, what happened to you?
Loving someone is not tough but the real courage is to be with that person forever.
Balance is of the essence,’ she said. ‘That appies to all good, harmonious relationships. Balance in guilt, balance in shame and pangs of conscience.
It is easier to wipe a thousand tears from your eyes than to wipe a single tear from your soul.
Your heart plays a song like a broken music box, but nothing ever sounded quite so beautiful to me. Together, in the dance of wounded-wing swans we’ll rise above the ruins, melting into the golden light.
Children are God’s or nature’s practical joke on couples-that which is produced by passion then proceeds to nearly kill it.
Poor little librarians of the world, those girls, secretly lovely, their looks marred forever by the cruelty of a pair of big dark eyeglasses!
Undeserved forgiveness. Friendship defined.
To love is to let someone live in the goodness of your heart.
Peter was the current someone she used to keep from relying on herself, the crutch to hold on to, to promise herself that if she only had him to love, she would have it all come together. Why did she keep throwing men up as smoke screens between herself and herself?