He traced her face with one finger again. 'A woman is either a wall or a door, beloved.'' She gave a bleak laugh and looked at him. '' Then I guess i'm a door a thousand mean have walked through.'' ''No. You are a wall, a stone wall, four feet thick and a hundred feet high, I can't get over you all by myself, but I keep trying.

The man without emotions is the one to fear. But deep emotions…ah, now, those can be bent to your needs.

I love, therefore I am vulnerable.

You're going to get hurt yourself, and badly, if you take everything so hard.

Soul is more bruisable than flesh, and Juila was wounded in every fiber of her spirit.

Harboring an emotion as powerful as gratitude has power of its own.

We are strong enough to stand tall tearlessly, we are brave enough to bend to cry, and we are sad enough to know that we must laugh again.

His frame shivering, not as one shivers with chill or weakness, but as a tight-stretched cord vibrates- a strong thrilling, rather than trembling.

I feel just like the boy who stubbed his toe—too damned badly hurt to laugh and too damned proud to cry!

I will say positive, hopeful things no matter how I feel.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness but of power. They are messengers of overwhelming grief and unspeakable love.