Pretending the past doesn't exist is as bad as living in it.

We're not blank slates. What we've done, what we've survived all go into us.

The very young and the very old often saw what others could not. Or would not.

Love's scary, and sometimes it's transient. But it's worth the risks and the nerves. It's even worth the pain.

I'll walk you back,"he said with such apparently boundless amiability that Diana wanted to deck him. "That isn't necessary," she began as her hand was clasped by his. "I suppose I could walk ten paces behind or ten paces in front." As she let out a frustrated breath, Caine grinned down at her. "You're not angry because we exchanged a friendly kiss? After all, we're family." "There was nothing friendly or familial about it," Diana muttered. "No," he lifted her hand to his lips, then lightly nipped at her knuckle. "Maybe we should try again.

He had realised that most vital of humanities. he had touched lives. And he had raised three boys that no one had wanted into men.

I think things happen between people for a reason.