A book begins with an image or character or situation that I care about deeply.
May your impact on others be kind, theirs on you always loving, and may you always, always know and remember how infinitely I love you, with all my heart, now and forever.
The world goes on. People are born, and die, and others are born after them. It is only our own sadness that is so painful.
Coming Home. Well darling... sometimes God loves people, specially much and he feels they have done everything they had to do, and then he takes them up to Heaven with him. Does he love everybody that much? Yes, he loves everybody, but he lets some people stay here for a very long time. And other people, he takes up with him a little sooner.
Sadly enough, one rarely marries the candlelight and champagne. One marries instead the blue jeans and rumpled t-shirts, the Coca Cola and burnt toast, and one puts away the candlelight and champagne in a magic box. In the long run, I guess Coca Cola and burnt toast are easier to live with.
They had that special bond that sometimes exists between mothers and sons, as confidants and friends.
Men don’t sleep with you when they love you, but they do sleep with you without a second thought when they don’t.
They shut him out from everything they did, and in his isolation, he had sought solace in painting.
Even coming to Paris had been a lovely gesture, but it was still wild and impulsive, and did not respect what she’d asked him, to stay away from her, and forget the moment of insanity they had indulged in London.
Navigating the shoals of grief had become familiar to her. She knew from losing Arthur that losing someone was a process, you didn’t let go all at once, you let go inch by inch, or millimeter by millimeter. It had taken her a year after Arthur to feel human again.
Fight for what you believe in, Spencer,” he always told her. “Never give up.” “Don’t sell yourself short.” “Even if you’re the only one left standing, keep fighting.
You just can’t give up. Things can change at any moment, just like they did for me.
But you have to believe in something. Yourself first of all. Each other. And if you’re lucky, the prince and princess live to be very old.
She had wished for someone to love, and who would love her, to share her life with.
You just do the best you can and love them a lot, no matter what.” And let them go when it was time, which was the hardest of all.
Joy was the most exciting woman he’d ever met, with a diversity of talents.
Never be afraid of change” and “Don’t get stuck in a rut just because something has always been done a certain way.
The grapes he grew were living beings to him, to be cherished and nourished and protected. And he felt the same way about his wife. He cherished her like a precious gift, and she blossomed and thrived in the warmth of his love, and loved him just as deeply.
He didn’t know it, but he had saved her, and hopefully he would never know the dire straits she’d been in when he met her. She had come to the Napa Valley to find a man like him. She had set her sights on Sam Marshall, but.
No one could touch her now, and nothing would stop her. And surely not his daughter this time, she was such an innocent. Camille was no match for her. It was all going to be easy now.
Men who fall in love with her do so at their own risk and peril. They usually know it, or suspect it, but they can’t resist the gamble. She brings them to the edge of insanity, which is always a dangerous thing. If any man ever makes you feel crazy and.