Marriages go through hard times. Sometimes you have to get in there and fight for your love. That's the only way for it to get better.

Do you love him?" How would I know?" You'd know.

Nothing was easier to shatter than the fragile shield of an idealist.

What I know now about life is this: your mother is a part of everything you do and everything you are.

It isn’t about being at the same school or the same town or even the same room. It’s about being together. Love is a choice you make.

It was true; always had been. Friendships were like marriages in that way. Routines and patterns were poured early and hardened like cement.

This is the problem with forever friends. They know too much.