Love doesn’t die.
Don’t cling to the past. Look instead to the future. You have a husband who adores you and children waiting to be born. Your life is just beginning. So much love awaits you, more joy than you can possibly imagine now. Your pain shall reap an abundant harvest of life’s treasures. Trust me in this.
Pride is important to a man, but it isn’t everything. When it comes to the right woman, a man needs to be willing to swallow his ego every now and then.
I’d come to appreciate the sounds of silence. I’d grown accustomed to the stillness of Ponder, where one could hear the snow being blown off the tree limbs by the wind, the distant cry of a caribou, and the crackle of the Northern Lights.
I could have walked out at any time. I’m the one who turned a bind eye. I’m the one who chose to die a little with every one of his affairs, so no, bottom line: I choose not to hate him, If I have any anger, its directed at myself. I don’t know why I waited so long to take care of myself emotionally and spiritually.
Don’t make assumptions. Ask and let me explain. Don’t decide what you think I feel.
I love to knit. There’s a comfort to it that I can’t entirely explain. The repetition of weaving the yarn around the needle and then forming a stitch creates a sense of purpose, of achievement, of progress. When your entire world is unraveling, you tend to crave order and I found it in knitting.
The challenge is to learn from those mistakes so we don’t repeat them.
I was looking forward to my visit to the library. I’ve always been a big reader and thought I might eventually volunteer as a Friend of the Library.
I’ve always loved catching snow on my eyelashes.
I’m referring to feelings! Women aren’t afraid to face their feelings. Men are so terrified of emotion they hold it inside until they’re totally bent out of shape.
We don’t have a pedigree, but we have big hearts, determination, and guts. The Carney family is grounded and there’s a lot of love.
A woman who would make his dreams hers and allow him to be part of hers. One who was kind and gentle. Loving and tender. Sensible.
Watching a complex stitch pattern grow as I knit silences the voice in my head that tells me to sweep the floor. I imagine dust bunnies are knitting themselves together under my chair.
I wondered if he thought of me or if he’d put me out of his heart as effectively as he’d put me out of his life.
It was the kind of kiss that had the power to melt the panties right off a girl.
Love means more to me than being sexually compatible. It means being an important part of your life as you’ll be in mine. It means encouraging you to be everything you’ve ever wanted to be, sharing in your triumphs and comforting you in your failures. It means giving you the courage to try again. That’s what love is all about.
John F. Kennedy is reported to have said that we can forgive our enemies but we shouldn’t forget their names.
I suppose there will be the time when I’ll need to consider moving into one of those assisted-living complexes. At my age it’s difficult to make significant changes, but then that’s life.
The first,” Elise repeated, and for reasons she could only guess at, being first gave her a sense of pleasure. She decided to buy those flowers for Aurora, after all.