I'm not perfect, either. In the end, it's only God's judgement that matters, and I've learned enough to know that no one can presume to know the will of God.

They wouldn't understand, and I don't feel the need to explain, simply because I know in my heart how real it was. When I think of you, I can't help smiling, knowing that you've completed me somehow. I love you, not just for now, but for always, and I dream of the day that you'll take me in your arms again

I know you loved her, but it's okay to let it go now. You know that, don't you? You've got to be able to let it go.

All he knew was that they fit somehow, and that he felt as if he spent most of his life traveling a path that led inexorably to her.

Libraries are places that house our dreams, our fantasies, our thirst for adventure.

What happens if a car comes? We die.

I think our love can do anything we want it to.