I think of how each person in a marriage owes it to the other to find individual happiness, even in a shared life. That this is the only way to grow together, instead of apart.

Love and friendship. They are what make us who we are, and what can change us, if we let them.

Every couple has two stories - the edited one to be shared from the couch and the unabridged version best left alone.

I love him wholly and unconditionally and without reservation. I love him enough to sacrifice a friendship. I love him enough to accept my own happiness and use it, in turn, to make him happy back.

I try to recognize that there is no such thing as having it all - and it's impossible to be perfect. You just have to let certain things go.

Love as a verb. Love as a commitment.

It was about grace, she decides, something that has been missing from her own life. ... She wants to be the kind of person who can bestow unearned kindness on another, replace bitterness with empathy, forgive only for the sake of forgiving.