Getting things accomplished isn't nearly as important as taking time for love.
She thanked God that life was not always winter, that spring always came at last to chase away the cold and heaviness, and to release one to warmth and movement again.
No one ever outgrows the need for a mother's love.
Sometimes love isn't fireworks. Sometimes, love just comes softly.
A good friend remembers what we were and sees what we can be.
Experience teaches us when to wait and when to move forward.