And When Someone Else Speaks Your Name

All The Time I Think I Can Never Love You More Than I Already Do. And Then You Do Something Or Say Something, And I Love You More Than Ever. Like Just Now. Like Now. How Is It Possible? Can You Love Someone More And More And At The Same Time, All The Time, Love Them As Much As It's Possible To Love Someone?

Sometimes The Course Of Our Lives Depends On What We Do Or Don't Do In A Few Seconds, A Heartbeat, When We Either Seize The Opportunity, Or Just Miss It. Miss The Moment And You Never Get A Chance Again.

You Become A Reader By Reading The Literature, Not By Reading The Handbooks About It.

She Was--i Keep Using The Past Tense; I Ought To Say She Is--one Of Those People Who, At First Sight, Look Plain, Are Quiet, Unassertive, Unmemorable Even. But Who, When They Start To Talk And You Get To Know Them, Become More And More Attractive And Impressive, And You See That In Fact They Are Beautiful. Not Conventionally Beautiful, Not Celebrity Beautiful, But Beautiful All Through.

I Thought How Lovely And How Strange A River Is.