People who are going to get along really well know it almost as soon as they meet. You spend a little while talking and everyone starts to feel this conviction, you're all equally sure that you're at the beginning of something good. That's how it is when you meet people you're going to be with for a long time.

Good tea is eloquent enough, it turns out, to change a person's mind.

This is what it means to be loved... when someone wants to touch you, to be tender.

Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep others out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.

I should have told her at the time. I could have taken a deep breath, looked away, and forced myself to say it.

In the uncertain ebb and flow of time and emotions, much of one’s life history is etched in the senses. And things of no particular importance, or irreplaceable things, can suddenly resurface in a café one winter night.

Truly happy memories always live on, shining. Over time, one by one, they come back to life.