Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears.

What is it?" she asked. "I'm looking for your wings. You are my guardian angel, aren't you?" "I'm afraid not," she replied, her cheeks dimplingwith a wry smile. "There's too much of the devil in me for that." "Just how much devil," I grinned, "are we talking about here?

You know the difference between news and gossip, don't you? News tells you what people did. Gossip tells you how much they enjoyed it.

We carry oceans inside of us, in our blood and our sweat. And we are crying the oceans, in our tears.

The man grinned back at me with that perfect sincerity we fear and call simple-minded.

Men reveal what they think when they look away, and what they feel when they hesitate. With women, it's the other way around

There’s too much love in the world. Sometimes I think that’s what heaven is---- a place where everybody’s happy because nobody loves anybody else, ever.