La seule chose qui soit pire que la mort, c'est d'assister à celle des gens qu'on aime.

The pages continue to turn, and every day I'm a little older, hopefully a little wiser and a lot more grateful. Do I have regrets? I have a few - but not as many as you might think. If it hadn't been for the darkness, I never would have known the light. In life we all take different paths, some more difficult than others, but in the end, all that matters is whether or not they lead us home.

Feelings can be like wild animals-we underrate how fierce they are until we've opened their cage

We love those whom we serve (p. 26)

Toi aussi tu es courageux. Mais plus que du courage, tu as en toi de l'amour. Or l'amour est intrépide.

The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but its echo endures much longer.

I once read that love is like a rose: we fixate on the blossom, but it's the thorny stem that keeps it alive and aloft. I think marriage is like that. Like my father said, the things of greatest value are the things we fight for. And in the end, if we do it right, we value the stem far more than the blossom

We chain ourselves to those we don't forgive.

I once heard it said that everyone needs love-and if they're denied, they'll find it, or a reasonable substitute somewhere.