The last word of love is … goodbye.

Mary approaches her before she is able to reach her station. “Hello Lily. Get anything special for Christmas?””Just the usual.” She answers. “Shattered dreams.

Intelligence is being intelligent enough to know you’re not so intelligent as you intelligently once thought.

If they’re not going to respect you, then they best damn well fear you.

Listen.” Jennifer reverted, “I didn’t mean anything by all of that before. I understand what you were trying to do and …” She struggled for the right words. “Sweetie, like love, people don’t live inside...

Love should feel like a hand sewn quilt made by grandma, wrapping you up on a cold winter morning.

Lily looks back down at the necklace in her hand that Kavita had given her. “It must have cost a fortune.” “It did.” He confirms. “Though not nearly as much as you’re worth.” Lily looks...

To which hand do I choose to strike with when both hands are guided by the same heart?