People were destined for one another; that's the romantic idea that young girls have, and I guess part of me still believes it.

That’s the thing about life, he knew. There was always a but.

She wasn't, nor ever had been, under the illusion that marriage was a relationship characterized by endless bliss and romance. Throw any two people together, add the inevitable ups and downs, give the mixture a vigorous stir, and a few stormy arguments were inevitable, no matter how the couple loved each other.

If you come back; I'll marry you. If you break your promise, you'll break my heart

I am not commanding you, but I want to test the sincerity of your love by comparing it to the earnestness of others.

Three weeks ago, he’d seen hail fall from the sky, only to be followed minutes later by a spectacular rainbow that seemed to frame the azalea bushes. The colors, so vivid they seemed almost alive, made him think that nature sometimes sends us signs, that it’s important to remember that joy can always follow despair. But a moment later, the rainbow had vanished and the hail returned, and he realized that joy was sometimes only an illusion.

I do not need a reason to be angry with God.