I call it God Light, because it reminds me of heaven. Every time the light shines through the window we built or any window at all, you’ll know I’m right there with you, okay? That’s going to be me. I’ll be the light in the window.
Never forget that God is your friend. And like all friends, He longs to hear what’s been happening in your life. Good or bad, whether it’s been full of sorrow or anger, or even when you’re questioning why terrible things have to happen.
Being in love, I find myself smiling for no reason at all...
Sometimes we need to be apart to understand just how much we truly love each other .
I’ve been burdened by questions I’ve asked myself a thousand times since the last time we were together. Why did I do it? And would I do it again? It was I, you see, who ended it.
You have to promise you won’t fall in love with me.
Too many people seem to believe that silence was a void that needed to be filled, even if nothing important was said.
The ocean has been singing to me, and the song is that of our life together...
A story about family, first loves, second chances, and the moments in life that leads you back home.
Would you stop thinking about what everyone wants. Stop thinking about what I want, what he wants, what your parents want. What do you want?
I lost you once, I think I can do it again.
Do you ever wonder why things have to turn out the way they do?
If you simply ignored the feeling, you would never know what might happen, and in many ways that was worse than finding out in the first place. Because if you were wrong, you could go forward in your life without ever looking back over your shoulder and wondering what might have been.
Regrets about the journey, maybe, but not the destination.
I have come to realize that destiny can hurt a person as much as it can bless them, and I find myself wondering why – out of all the people in all the world I could ever have loved – I had to fall in love with someone who was taken away from me.
Silence is pure and holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking.
Love is fragile. And we’re not always its best caretakers. We just muddle through and do the best we can. And hope this fragile thing survives against all odds.
It was, I remembered thinking, the most difficult walk anyone ever had to make. In every way, a walk to remember.
Our lives can’t be measured by our final years, of this I am sure.
Youth offers the promise of happiness, but life offers the realities of grief.