What are we after all our dreams, after all our memories?

He finally understood that God's presence was everywhere, at all times, and was experienced by everyone at one time or another.

For desert, maybe we can split a couple of crumbs.

He thought of her often, and he missed the companionship they'd once shared and the friendship that had been the bedrock of their marriage at its best.

I might kiss you. I might be bad at it. That's not possible.

I'm not sure anyone's life turns out exactly the way they imagine. All we can do is to try to make the best of it. Even when it seems impossible.

Love, after all, always said more about those who felt it than it did about the ones they loved.