“If the past year were offered me again, And choice of good and ill before me setWould I accept the pleasure with the painOr dare to wish that we had never met?”

“I wish I had met you first. Before we met them.”

“The way he looked at me, I felt as though he saw through my body and directly into my soul. No one had ever made me feel like that before. Then again, I had never met someone so electrically good-looking, but there's a first time for everything.”

“With each opportunity before me, God presented me with a choice. I could accept His offerings, His wisdom, His grace. Or I could choose to hold onto the pain, the anger and the resentment a little longer.”

“Even as a child, even as my blood-past was drained from me, I understood that if I were strong enough to accept it, I was being offered a second history.”

“Before we met, I was as lost as a person could be and yet you saw something in me that somehow gave me direction again.”