but then she did. she died. no more visits, no more phone calls. And without even realizing it, I began to drift, as if my roots had been pulled, as if I were floating down some side branch of a river.

Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.

Love is the only rational act.

Dor: there is a reason God lmits our days. Victor: why? Dor: to make each one precious.

Are you seeing anyone romantically?" he inquired. "No, I'm not," she replied. "Good. Please keep it that way. Because I intend to ask you to marry me.

There is no fair in life and death. If it were, no good men would die young.

One day spent with someone you love can change everything.