Grief can’t be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way. – Anne Morrow Lindbergh.

There’re no guarantees in this life, and when we risk our hearts, there’s always a chance of getting hurt. Speaking only for myself now, I’d much prefer taking a chance on being hurt over never knowing real, true love.

Hope is faith holding out its hand in the dark. – George Iles.

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. – C. S. Lewis.

What’s happened to you? You’re swearing like I do.” He lowered his head so he was speaking directly into her ear. “You happened to me. You make me crazy and frantic and out of my mind with fear and desire all in the same day.

God puts rainbows in the clouds so that each of us – in the dreariest and most dreaded moments – can see a possibility of hope. – Maya Angelou.

He made her feel as if she was the answer to every question he’d ever had.

I shut off the alarm on my phone and snuggle into bed, wishing I could shut off my brain as easily as I turned off the alarm. Wouldn’t that be awesome? To be able to slide something on a screen to shut off any thoughts you no longer wish to have. I’d pay good money for that ability right now.

He cooks, he irons, he bakes and he makes dreams come true.” “You forgot balances the books and makes you come multiple times every night. What can I say, babe? I’m a Renaissance man.