June in New England is like a lover's dream made tangible.
Well, any love makes us vulnerable. Whatever we love will give the gift of pain somewhere along the road. But who would live sealed in spiritual cellophane just to keep from ever being hurt? There are a few people like that. I'm sorry for them. I think they are as good as dead.
I love both the way a dog looks up to me and a cat condescends to me.
Pride may go before a fall, but jealousy goes before destruction.
A house with no fireplace is a house without a heart.
Happiness is a thing of now.