What Else Is There To Write About

...but Now The Worst Crime Was Pretending To Be Something You Were Not.

The Nature Of Love Had Totally Escaped Her Until Now. She Had Thought That If You Lost It, You Could Never Get It Back, Like A Stone Thrown Down A Well. But It Was Like The Water At The Bottom Of The Well, There When You Can't Even See It, Shifting In The Dark.

Perhaps It Is Possible To Discover More In Silence Than In Speech. Or Perhaps It Is Only That Those Who Are Silent Among Us Learn To Listen.

Just Because Something Is Unspoken Doesn't Mean That It Disappears.

He Fell In Love With The Way She Closed Her Eyes, Long Before He Fell In Love With Her.