But most of all, I learned that it’s possible for two people to fall in love all over again, even when there’s been a lifetime of disappointment between them.

How had I become middle-aged while the ravages of time ignored her? I didn't know and didn't care, and before I could stop them, the words were already out. "You're beautiful," I murmured.

I love you more than there are stars in the sky and fish in the sea.

He always apologized, and sometimes he would even cry because of the bruises he'd made on her arms or legs or her back. He would say that he hated what he'd done, but in the next breath tell her she'd deserved it. That if she'd been more careful, it wouldn't have happened. That if she'd been paying attention or hadn't been so stupid, he wouldn't have lost his temper.

It was, I remembered thinking, the most difficult walk anyone ever had to make. In every way, a walk to remember.

Marriage is about compromise; it's about doing something for the other person, even when you don't want to.

You are every reason, every hope and every dream I've ever had.