It's the possibility that keeps me going, not the guarantee.

The ocean has been singing to me, and the song is that of our life together.

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.

Everyone makes mistakes, even if some are worse than others. Accidents happen.

You are Hannah, a lover of life, a strength to those who shared in your friendships. You are a dream, a creator of happiness, an artist who has touched a thousand souls. You've led a full life and wanted for nothing, because your needs are spiritual and you have only to look inside you. You are kind and loyal, and you are able to see the beauty where others do not. You are a teacher of wonderful lessons, a dreamer of better things.

We’d met at a carefree time, a moment full of promise, in its place now were the harsh lessons of the real world.

We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox.