This is my story; I promise to leave nothing out. First you will smile, and then you will cry – don’t say you haven’t been warned.
And that leaves me with the belief that miracles, no matter how inexplicable or unbelievable, are real and can occur without regard to the natural order of things.
Say I’m a bird.
Everyone has crap in their background, everyone has things they wish they could undo. But most people don’t go around doing their best to screw up their present lives because of it.
That life isn’t fair?” Yeah, that, of course. But I also learned that it’s possible to go on, no matter how impossible it seems, and that in time, the grief... lessens.
I love you too, Will Blakelee,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss him again.
Remember me with joy, for this is how I always thought of you. That is what I want, more than anything. I want you to smile when you think of me. And in your smile, I will live forever.
There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.
I know I’m not going to be able to change the world, but I think it’s important to try to make a difference.
I think that the point is that people rarely understand that nothing is ever exactly what you think it will be.
Not everything,” he said. “Not the important things. My kids are safe. You’re safe. That’s all I really care about. This” – he said motioning – “is just stuff. Most of it can be replaced. It just takes time.
Marriage, each of them realized intuitively, was about compromise and forgiveness. It was about balance, where one person complemented the other.
Giving voice to the truth of her past meant opening the door to the future.
Katie was reminded again that love can sometimes achieve the impossible.
I sold the collection because I finally understood what true love really meant. Tim had told me-and shown me-that love meant that you care for another person’s happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be.” – John Tyree.
God’s voice is usually nothing more than a whisper, and you have to listen very carefully to hear it. But other times, in those rarest of moments, the answer is obvious and rings as loud as a church bell.
They’re beautiful. How did you know I loved roses?” “I didn’t, but I’ve never heard of a woman who didn’t, so I took a chance.
I fell in love with her when we were together, then fell deeper in love with her in the years we were apart. Our story has three parts: a beginning, a middle, and an end. And although this is the way all stories unfold, I still can’t believe that ours didn’t go on forever.
I understand, Ira.
I love you, you know.