But his eyes say what he can’t. I see it, clear as day, even if she doesn’t. He’d give up his wings for her. All she’d have to do is ask.

Gabriel.This has to be his fault, somehow. I'm going to track him down, pluck out his angel feathers, and stuff a pillow with them.

Sii la mia schiava d’amore, ” I purr.Her expression is guarded. “What did you say?”An amused smile pulls at my lips. “I’ll never tell.” Somehow, I don’t think she’d agree to be my love slave anyway.

Shouldn't we also ask ourselves what the consequences are of scrambling to provide the "most" of everything to our children in a world of fast dwindling resources?

I wish there was a word more than ‘love’ itself to convey what I feel for you.

He's for you and wants to help you be the person He created you to be.

I tell young players who want to be coaches, who think they can put up with all the headaches and heartaches, can you live without it? If you can live without it, don't get in it.

A knight whose heart is set upon the Way, but who is ashamed of wearing shabby clothes and eating coarse food, is not worth calling into counsel.

It's a floor cleaner and a dessert topping.

You ain't going nowhere, son. You ought to go back to driving a truck.

There is nothing touches our imagination so much as a beautiful woman in a plain dress.

One can experience an unconditional affirmation of life only when one has accepted death, not as contrary to life, but as an aspect of it.

The mother is the early care giver and primary source of identification for all children.... A daughter continues to identify with the mother