Denial, perhaps, is a necessary human mechanism to cope with the heartaches of life.
I've yet to read a love story that compares with mine.
The universe is a trillion, trillion threads moving in seemingly unrelated directions. Yet when you look at them together, they create a remarkable tapestry.
The smells of Christmas are the smells of childhood [p. 53]
Only those who never step, never stumble.
Life is not a sprint. It was never meant to be. It is just a step of faith after another.