Love weaves itself from hundreds of threads.

I want to know why this is such a part of me. I want to know why this thing that happened to other people has happened so much to me. I keep looking for the lesson.

We are so used to releasing words. We don't know what to do with them if they stay.

Jesus died for our sins," Noah says solemnly. "What?!?" I reply, choking back my thoughts. "I was just seeing if you were listening.

It was so much easier when I didn't want anything. Not getting what you want can make you cruel.

But you have to figure that if it’s too hard to hang on, then maybe you should let go.

People take love's continuity for granted, just as they take their body's continuity for granted. They don't realize that the best thing about love is its regular presence. Once you can establish that, it's an added foundation to your life.