Love is a luxury. It's something that people are allowed to indulge in when they're not simply trying to survive and keep other people alive.

She let him go once. Every day demands that she release him over and over again.

But there it is: Everyone is alone, for life, and maybe that's not such a bad thing.

Weakness, like not being able to bury the past. Weakness, like not giving up hope when you know you should.

But she's still afraid that the more she misses him--his face, his skin, the way he looked at her--and the more hope she has that she'll see him again, the more she has to lose.

If home isn't a place, what is it?''A feeling.

...even a poisoned, desolate childhood can be missed.

That woman speaks eighteen languages, and can't say 'No' in any of them.

The times that were most fun seemed always to be followed by sadness now, because it was when life started to feel like it did when she was with us that we realized how utterly gone she was.

How can you ever know up, if you have never experienced down in your life.-Denis J

But when you cared about someone, you made sacrifices. You put their happiness first.

The good news is that, according to the Obama administration, the rich will pay for everything. The bad news is that, according to the Obama administration, you're rich.

I have always been one to encourage perseverance.

Michael, if you can't pass, you can't play.

Reason to rule, mercy to forgive: The first is law, the last prerogative.

When hope is gone, time is punishment.

And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe. And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.