We're translating the Kama Sutra," Barrons said, with interactive aids.

Once, long ago in her world, a sunny day in spring was her favorite, but now a sunny day in winter delights her more. It is the perfect metaphor for their love. Sunshine on ice. She warms his frost. He cools her fever.

Love knows no right or wrong. Love is. Only is.

Sometimes, Ms. Lane," he said, "one must break with one's past to embrace one's future. It is never an easy thing to do. It is one of the distinguishing characteristics between survivors and victims. Letting go of what was, to survive what is.

Love can grown among the rocks and thorns of life.

He didn't just occupy space; he saturated it. The room had been full of books before, now it was full of him.

People treat you as badly as you let them treat you. Key word there: let.