The first thing I did when I sold my book was buy a new wedding ring for my wife and asked her to marry me all over again.

He said his friend Victor called it a lucky charm, and that it kept him safe in Iraq." She felt her pulse pick up tempo, and she brought her face close to Ben's. "Did you say Victor called it a lucky charm?" "Uh-huh." Ben nodded. "That's what he said." "Are you sure?" "Of course I'm sure." Beth stared at her son, feeling at war with herself.

and in that instant, nothing else mattered. Not the song, not the place, not the other couples around him. Only this, only her.

Every couple has ups and downs, every couple argues, and that’s the thing—you’re a couple, and couples can’t function without trust.

Without suffering, there'd be no compassion.

Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.

In a nutshell, loving someone is about giving, not receiving.