Only time can heal your broken heart. Just as only time can heal his broken arms and legs.

I feel good with my husband I like his warmth and his bigness and his being-there and his making and his jokes and stories and what he reads and how he likes fishing and walks and pigs and foxes and little animals and is honest and not vain or fame-crazy and how he shows his gladness for what I cook him and joy for when I make him something a poem or a cake and how he is troubled when I am unhappy and wants to do anything so I can fight out my soul-battles and grow up with courage and a philosophical ease. I love his good smell and his body that fits with mine as if they were made in the same body-shop to do just that. What is only pieces doled out here and there to this boy and that boy that made me like pieces of them is all jammed together in my husband. So I dont want to look around any more I dont need to look around for anything.

The minute I stopped trying to find the right girl and started trying to become the right guy...the girl came.

anyone lived in a pretty how townwith up so floating many bells downspring summer autumn winterhe sang his didnt he danced his didWomen and menboth little and smallcared for anyone not at allthey sowed their isnt they reaped their samesun moon stars rainchildren guessedbut only a fewand down they forgot as up they grewautumn winter spring summerthat noone loved him more by morewhen by now and tree by leafshe laughed his joy she cried his griefbird by snow and stir by stillanyones any was all to hersomeones married their everyoneslaughed their cryings and did their dancesleep wake hope and thentheysaid their nevers they slept their dreamstars rain sun moonand only the snow can begin to explainhow children are apt to forget to rememberwith up so floating many bells downone day anyone died i guessand noone stooped to kiss his facebusy folk buried them side by sidelittle by little and was by wasall by all and deep by deepand more by more they dream their sleepnoone and anyone earth by aprilwish by spirit and if by yes.Women and men both dong and dingsummer autumn winter springreaped their sowing and went their camesun moon stars rain

All of sudden this shooting star went by and all I could think was that they were listening to us somehow.

True love begins when nothing is looked for in return.

His hands lay flat on either side of him his arms at his sides. He seemed barely to be breathing she wasnt sure she was breathing herself. She slid her own hand across the bedsheet just far enough that their fingers touched-so lightly that she would have probably hardly been aware of it had she been touching anyone but Jace as it was the nerve endings in her fingertips pricked softly as if she were holding them over a low flame. She felt him tense beside her and then relax. He had shut his eyes and his lashes cast fine shadows against the curve of his cheekbones. His mouth curled into a smile as if he sensed her watching him and she wondered how he would look in the morning with his hair messed and sleep circles under his eyes. Despite everything the thought gave her a jolt of happiness.She laced her fingers through his. Good night she whispered. With their hands clasped like children in a fairy tale she fell asleep beside him in the dark.

Make me into anything but just love me.

I will follow you to the ends of the world.

Actually thats my secret I cant even talk about you to anybody because I dont want any more people to know how wonderful you are.