We all have scars. It's when you're honest about them that you find the people who will love you in spite of your nicks and dents. Perhaps even because of them. The people who don't. These people aren't the ones for you.

Sometimes you need that soft place to fall. That's your family, your faith. The stuff that doesn't change when everything else does.

We've been stitched together at the heart since she was born. I can't breathe in a world where she isn't near.

The love of sisters needs no words. It does not depend on memories, or mementos, or proof. It runs as deep as a heartbeat. It is as ever present as a pulse.

No matter how much you want to cut your family out of your heart, you can't. The bond is born when you are born, like an organ in your body. There is no surgery to remove it. When it is diseased, you live with a dull ache telling you that something inside you is not right.

Our love for people doesn't end when they pass away. More often our feelings deepen as we realize how much they mean to us and how dearly we miss them.

Determine that there will never be anything that will come between you that will disrupt your marriage. Make it work. Resolve to make it work.

No lover, if he be of good faith, and sincere, will deny he would prefer to see his mistress dead than unfaithful.

There is a man who would give his life to keep a life you love beside you.

A parents love is whole, no matter how many times divided.

And the memories of all we have loved stay and come back to us in the evening of our life. They are not dead but sleep, and it is well to gather a treasure of them.

Hold it more important to have the players' confidence than their affection.