Loving once and only once is possible - anything is possible.

It takes a long time to grow an old friend. Trust is built one single moment at a time.

It all comes down to who is by your side and who is willing to stand up for love even when it seems impossible.

Good and bad, strengths and faults, he was hers forever.

The search for God's presence was much of a mystery as God himself, and what was God if not a mystery?

She couldn't think of anyone else who remotely resembled him. He was complicated, almost contradictory in so many ways, yet simple, a strangely erotic combination. On the surface he was a country boy, home from war, and he probably saw himself in those terms. Yet there was so much more to him. Perhaps it was the poetry that made him different, or perhaps it was the values his father had instilled in him, growing up. Either way, he seemed to savor life more fully than others appeared to, and that was what had first attracted her to him.

I finished your song, she said. Our last song. And I want to play it for you.