Sometimes it seems to me that all of life is a struggle to contain the natural impulses of the body and spirit, and that what we call character represents only the degree to which we are successful in this endeavor.

love is ... something extraordinary that happens to ordinary people.

Sometimes, she thought, courage was simply a matter of putting one foot in front of another and not stopping.

the enduring struggle to capture in words the infinite possibilities of a life not lived.

I learned that night that love is never as ferocious as when you think it is going to leave you. We are not always allowed this knowledge, and so our love sometimes becomes retrospective.

I loved him," Muire said. "We were in love." As if that were enough.

There are more experiences in life than you’d think for which there are no words.