Three years? That's a thousand tomorrows, ma'am.

Real love never fails.

The truth was this: Love is a decision.

I tell of hearts and souls and dances...Butterflies and second chances;Desperate ones and dreamers bound,Seeking life from barren ground,Who suffer on in earthly fateThe bitter pain of agony hate,Might but they stop and here forgiveWould break the bonds to breathe and liveAnd find that God in goodness bringsA chance for change, the hope of wingsTo rest in Him, and self to dieAnd so become a butterfly.

And like that, the decades disappeared and the memory of that night came to life again. The way John had known it would. He didn't fight it, didn't work to stay in the here and now. If he was going to go back, then he wanted to relive it. All of it.

For a long while she only looked at him ... as if she didn't want to interrupt the beautiful moment with words.

Goodbyes are on of the hardest things about life. One way or another people were always leaving... Always moving on.

The next time that boy pursues you, he better do it like a dying man looking for water in a desert. When it's the right guy, you'll know, because he'll cherish you.

But the Beast was a good person...the Prince looked on the outside the way the Beast was on the inside. Sometimes people couldn't see the inside of the person unless they like the outside of a person. Because they hadn't learned to hear the music yet.

God stays awake all the time. In case we need to talk to Him about something.

Forgiveness makes you feel better. As soon as you forgive, you're free.

More tears rushed from the depths of her tortured soul. ... The losses piled up.

Friends don't get jealous of each other or begrudge the other for finding success. They celebrate every victory together.

Lasting peace is only found through a lifesaving relationship wit Jesus Christ... knowing Christ means that all the world might be falling apart just outside your front door, maybe just inside it - yet that inner peace, that inner knowing, remains unshaken.

Love well, laugh often and live well for Christ.

Wrinkles was her big gray cat. Sierra named him Wrinkles because when he was a little baby he had a wrinkly face. He slept in Sierra's room, but not always on the bed. Mommy said that was 'cause Wrinkles had an attitude. Most cats had attitudes, actually.

You have one chance to write the story of your life. Make it a bestseller.

Love is what happens when we forgive. I forgive Connor Evans. A part of me will always love him, but from this day on I won't hate him. Not for one minute. I forgive him because he gave me Max.