What’s that about? Love must be more about power than we think, if even in its most intimate moment of expression we think about not being the one who risks the most.

I vow... "to not let the back & forth of forgiveness interrupt the steadiness of love.

Sometimes you think you've found love, when it's really just one of those objects that are shiny in a certain light--a trophy, say, or a ring, or a diamond, even. Glass shards, maybe. You've got to be careful, you do. The shine can blind you. The edges can cut you in way you never imagined. It is up to you to allow that or not.

You've got to say what you mean and mean what you say...Doubt in your voice is an open door people will shove right through.

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

Sometimes you build up these walls, you build and you build and you build up these walls and you think they’re so strong, but then someone can come along and tip them over with only his fingers, or the weight of his breath.

Hope could be the most powerful thing or the most useless.