And she was terribly aware that she was alive. Not just living and breathing, but ...alive.

There is no happily-ever-after to run to. We have to work for happiness.

Love, I have discovered, does not judge. It just is.

She was not sorry. And if it was the wine telling her that, then she would tell the wine the same thing tomorrow. She was not sorry.

I wish," he said, "I had known at eighteen what I know now - that there are some things on which one does not compromise.

Was memory always as much of a burden as it could sometimes be a blessing.

And he knew at that moment that love world never die, that it would never fade away altogether. The time might come when he would meet and marry someone else. He might even be reasonably happy. But there would always be a deep precious place in his heart that belonged to his first real love.