I suddenly understood that even love and caring weren't always enough. They were the concrete bricks of our relationship, but unstable without the mortar of time spent together, time without the threat of imminent separation hanging over us.

Too many people seem to believe that silence was a void that needed to be filled, even if nothing important was said.

That he would love her no matter what she told him, and that he was the kind of man who loved her already and would love her forever.

People want to believe that every marriage is perfect balance but it isn't. One person always loves more deeply than the other

Don't take my advice. Or anyone's advice. Trust yourself. For good or for bad, happy or unhappy, it's your life, and what you do with it has always been entirely up to you.

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.

I came to the conclusion that unrealized hopes, even small ones, were always wrenching.