Finding your passion isn't just about careers and money. It's about finding your authentic self. The one you've buried beneath other people's needs.

what shall we drink to?" "How about family?" Stacy said, showing up just in time to pour a fourth shot. "To those who are here, those who are gone, and those who are lost." and she clicked glasses with mom

Memories are who we are. In the end, that's all the luggage you take with you. Love and Memories are what last.

A romance novel focuses exclusively on two people falling in love. It can't be about a woman caring for her aging mother or something like that. It can have that element, but it has to be primarily about the male-female relationship.

She is like a child picking at a scab, unable to stop herself even though she knows it will hurt.

She waited for you in a thousand different ways.

It's not intentions that matter. It's actions. We are what we do and say, not what we intend to.