It's frightening how much things change in seventy-one years.

Sadness doesn't equal weakness, sweetheart. If anything, it shows the love you have inside of you, and nothing stronger in this world exists.

It hurts being the one who loves more

Sometimes we misjudge what is possible and what is not.

Finally he closed the distance between us and kissed me - a sweet, gentle kiss that held within it every single one of the thousand days I'd loved him as my everything, long after I'd begun to love him as a friend.

Being brave doesn't mean never being afraid, you know. It means going for it anyway because you know it's the right thing to do.

Keep trying until you have no more chances left.