Even if I thought he as perfect for her." She turned to face him. "What were we thinking?" "We weren't," he said. "We were in love.

the description of lust was simple: two people learn they're compatible , attraction grows, and the ancient instinct to preserve the species kicks in.

I don't pray because it doesn't work. Prayer doesn't fix anything. Bad things happen anyway.

Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous.Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful.

It's the possibility that keeps me going, not the guarantee.

Part of me aches at the thought of her being so close yet so untouchable.

It's impossible to protect your kids against disappointment in life.