“Happiness always looks small while you hold it in your hands, but let it go, and you learn at once how big and precious it is.”

“He closes his hand around mine and I hold on. I like his hand. It's big and holds easy but sure. It's the kind of hold that says, I got you if you want me, but I'll let you go if you feel like running for a while.”

“Recipe for a happy marriage: My wife and I always hold hands. If I let go, she shops.”

“To hold, you must first open your hand. Let go”

“I looked at other couples and wondered how they could be so calm about it. They held hands as if they weren't even holding hands. When Steve and I held hands, I had to keep looking down to marvel at it. There was my hand, the same hand I've always had - oh, but look! What is it holding? It's holding Steve's hand! Who is Steve? My three-dimensional boyfriend. Each day I wondered what would happen next. What happens when you stop wanting, when you are happy. I supposed I would go on being happy forever. I knew I would not mess things up by growing bored. I had done that once before.”

“It will always come and go. All you can do is hold on to the happy moments once the sad ones wash in.”