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

This time her heart would not break, even though it would hurt and hurt for a long time to come. Perhaps for the rest of her life. But it would not break. She had the strength to go on alone.

The worst thing about loneliness is that it brings one face to face with oneself.

Love did not have to make sense. It did not have to be worthy. It did not have to be earned. It did not have to woo. It just simply was.

It was strange how the heart clung to hope even when there was no reasonable basis for it, Morgan found. And how life went on.

The suffering of a loved one was in many ways worse than one's one suffering because it left one feeling so very helpless.

I have always been a spectator of life, you know, never a participant. Never. But now I am. Today I am, and I an awed and deliriously happy. This is the adventure I asked for, the adventure I am having I will be forever grateful to you.