Without love of something I don't know if you can have a meaningful life at all.

Love, after all, always said more about those who felt it than it did about the ones they loved.

One day you're going to learn something that can't be explained with science. And when that happens, your life's going to change in ways you can't imagine.

I finished your song, she said. Our last song. And I want to play it for you.

What were the odds that she'd turn away at the same instant the ball came flying her way? And that she'd be holding a soda in a crowd at a volleyball game she didn't even want to watch, in a place she didn't want to be? In a million years, the same thing should probably never happen again. With odds like that, she should have bought a lottery ticket.

How far would you go to keep the hope of love alive?

An ordinary beginning, something that would have been forgotten had it been anyone but her. But as he shook her hand and met those striking emerald eyes, he knew before he'd taken his next breath that she was the one he could spend the rest of his life looking for but never find again. She seemed that good, that perfect, while a summer wind blew through the trees.