LOVE, LOVE OF A PARENT
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
LOVE, WHEN WE LOVED NOT ENOUGH
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.
Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war love is a growing up.
Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.