This is how memories are; what seems so clear and unforgettable at one moment vanishes like steam the next.

After all, that's why we read historical fiction-to be transported to another time, and to be astonished at ancient people's lives and traditions, just as they would probably be astonished at ours.

My love is unique an none can rival her. Just by passing, she has already stolen away my heart.

You want it to feel like a surprise. You want to keep him guessing whether he'll make you smile entirely so that when you do, he will feel like he's been given a gift.

This is how memories are; what seems so clear and unforgettable at one moment vanishes like steam the next.

But we are all sorry when loss comes for us. The test of our character comes not in how many tears we shed but in how we act after those tears have dried.

...she refused to leave anything to someone else that she could do better herself.