I love and am loved, fully and freely, nothing expected, more than enough received.

In [writing] fiction, every sentence is its own reward.

Over time, passion wanes, differences don't.

Why do you think you are missing something you never had?

too much happiness always overflowed into tears of sorrow.

Chance is the first step you take, luck is what comes afterward.

I had always assumed we had an unspoken understanding about these things: that she didn't really mean I was a failure, and I really meant I would try to respect her opinions more. But listening to Auntie Lin tonight reminds me once agian: My mother and I never really understood one another. We translated each other's meanings and I seemed to hear less than what was said, while my mother heard more. No doubt she told Auntie Lin I was going back to school to get a doctorate.