Now, she could't help but think he was just a big version of a jealous boy friend.

Regrets about the journey, maybe, but not the destination.

I do not need a reason to be angry with God.

Then we'll find a way to work through all this together because I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

She was in a terrible marriage and she couldn't talk to anyone. He used to hit her, and in the beginning she told him that if it ever happened again, she would leave him. He swore that it wouldn't and she believed him. But it only got worse after that, like when his dinner was cold, or when she mentioned that she'd visited with one of the neighbors who was walking by with his dog. She just chatted with him, but that night, her husband threw her into a mirror.

maturity meant thinking about risk long before you pondered the reward, and that success and happiness in life were as much about avoiding mistakes as making your mark into the world.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that you two make me believe that true love really exists. And that even the darkest hours can't take that away.