When I was seventeen, I don't think I even knew what love was. But when it's right, it's right, and you just know it.

He often felt that too many people lived their lives acting and pretending,wearing masks and losing themselves in the process.

And for an instant, I fantasized about wrapping my arms around her right then and there.

And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered. But most of all, I learned that life is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks with my hand on her knee and sometimes, on good days, for falling in love.

Little girls. They could melt the toughest hearts.

You should not complain, it's not attractive.

Love doesn't mean anything if you're not willing to make a commitment.