Sitting and waiting for something to happen was the worst kind of torture.

In a way, “failure” is just another word for “the journey,” for not being there yet but on the way. It’s the road we walk on to get wherever it is we’re trying to go.

One of my favorite authors is Robert Cormier. He was a devout Catholic and a very nice man, which might not be the impression you get from reading his books.

Because love, love never finishes.

. . .There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark. . . Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless.

Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.

Remember that no matter where I am or what I'm doing I've got a special place inside me that's all for you. It's been there since the day we met.