Ah, the things we would do if we could — especially in the secure knowledge that we can't.

Turn your love into promises, that when you doubt your love, you may simply ask, "Am I keeping my promises?"

As you reach for understanding, you find that your ladder of facts isn’t long enough, and you try to extend it by adding a rung of faith. Eventually you see that the task is hopeless, and you put away your ladder of facts and go get a ladder of faith.

Sometimes two people need to step apart and make a space between that each might see the other anew, in a glance across a room or silhouetted against the moon.

You do not wake up one morning a bad person. It happens by a thousand tiny surrenders of self-respect to self-interest.

You can bear your troubles or shrug them off. They're your shoulders.

There is part of us that stands in quiet witness to what we do, taking notes, waiting for a solitary moment to bring up the subject.