How can we know the true meaning of charity if we don't even know how to help those closest to us?

My favorite books are the ones that make me smile for hours after reading them. I want that for my readers, for the sweetness to linger. Sort of like chocolate, but without the calories

...a sad sort of vulnerability was wafting from her, making the night smell like maple syrup.

Whenever I would get too nosy as a child, my grandmother would say, "When you learn someone else's secret, your own secrets aren't safe. Dig up one, release them all.

He had a smug smile on his lips like he knew, even in his sleep, that women all around him were dying from love because he'd taken their hearts and hidden them where they'd never find them.

Men. You can't live with them, you can't shoot them.

I should let people in. If they leave, they leave. If I break, I break. It happens to everyone. Right?