Love, I have discovered, does not judge. It just is.
Sometimes it just seems that love is not enough, does it?
But a mother-son relationship is not a coequal one, is it? He is lonely with only you just as you are lonely with only him.
Love did not have to make sense. It did not have to be worthy. It did not have to be earned. It did not have to woo. It just simply was.
I do not admire greatness that has no substance.
Your sense of guilt will linger. It will always be part of you. but sharing it, allowing people to love you anyway, will do you the world of good. Secrets need an outlet if they are not to fester and become an unbearable burden.
Fear is a powerful beast, if it is allowed the mastery.
Sometimes children do not realize by how fragile a thread their security hangs. Perhaps it is as well they do not – most of them grow up before the thread can be broken.
This time her heart would not break, even though it would hurt and hurt for a long time to come. Perhaps for the rest of her life. But it would not break. She had the strength to go on alone.
But if one had everything one could ever need or want, what was left to dream of?
Why do I want to run from happiness?
And he knew at that moment that love world never die, that it would never fade away altogether. The time might come when he would meet and marry someone else. He might even be reasonably happy. But there would always be a deep precious place in his heart that belonged to his first real love.
Was memory always as much of a burden as it could sometimes be a blessing.
But only a person in the depths of despair neglected to look beyond winter to the spring that inevitably followed, bringing back color and life and hope.
I know it is something of a cliche to say that love makes all things possible, but I believe it does. It is not a magic wand that can be waved over life to make it all sweet and lovely and trouble free, but it can give the energy to fight the odds and win.
Sometimes even the imagination lets one down.
Sometimes now was enough. Sometimes it was everything.
There had to be a reason why they were not going to marry. They had both been so adamant about it. What the devil was the reason?
I have read somewhere that we often spend a lifetime searching for what we already have.
And of course the word love has many shades of meaning, as do many, many of the words in our living, breathing language.