“If love tasted like pork, and you were allergic to Francis Bacon, could I be your Shakespeare? We could make love on a pizza and make much ado about nothing, everything, anything, something.”

“Remember me as the girl who married you, the woman who had your babies, who kept your house, weeded your garden, your soul mate and best friend. I was the woman who could make you laugh and cry. I could calm you when you were upset but yet infuriate you also like no other. For the passion and the love we shared, I thank-you. I could read your mind and finish your sentences. I knew everything you loved and hated and we had no secrets from one another. I knew what to say when you were upset to make things alright again. I felt your pain and I shared your joy. I embraced your strengths and celebrated your differences. I love you and everything about you and the physical limitations of worlds will not change that”. ”

“I missed him. Love, I realized, was something your spine memorized. There was nothing you could do about that.”

“Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?”

“There are more love songs than anything else. If songs could make you do something we'd all love one another.”

“There is nothing we could ever do to make God love us more; there is nothing we can do to make Him love us less.”