Maybe a person's world can grow bigger in all the right ways, not too wide that it becomes shallow, just large enough to preserve its depth.

Sometimes you're sure dogs have some secret, superior intelligence, and other times you know they're only their simple, goofy selves.

We can get so wrapped up in our own misconceptions that we miss the simple beauty of the truth.

So I put up with bad behavior in the name of loving the way I thought you were supposed to love.

Rejection, though--it could make the loss of someone you weren't even that crazy about feel gut wrenching and world ending.

I know parental embarrassment usually stops somewhere at fifteen, but he just kept on giving me good reasons.

The most basic and somehow forgettable thing is this: Love is not pain. Love is goodness. And real love--it's less shiny than solid and simple.