You show up. You wait. You give. You sacrifice. You love anyway.

If they had a social gospel in the days of the prodigal son, somebody would have given him a bed and a sandwich and he never would have gone home.

To love a person is to learn the song that is in their heart, and to sing it to them when they have forgotten- the secrets of married women by Carol Mason

Love has its own communication. It's the language of the heart, while it has never been transcribed, has no alphabet, and can't be heard or spoken by voice, it is used by every human on the planet. It is written on our souls, scripted by the finger of God, and we can hear, understand, and speak it with perfection long before we open our eyes for the first time.

Loving somebody gets better the more you do it.

I'm not leaving you. Not going it alone. Not looking at the memory of you everytime I close my eyes.

It was Pidge's observation that toleration rather than love was what kept her parents together. They were yoked like horses to a plow and they moved through life pulling something neither could see that kept them a safe distances from each other. There was something both admirable and sad in their marital work ethic, and Pidge promised herself she wouldn't settle like they had. It was a promise she broke.

One choice changes the construction of a life. You'll never experience the joy and tenderness of a lifelong love unless you fight for it.

What you feel about a film is what you feel when you're in love with a woman. You fight for her love and it's always a struggle... there are misunderstandings and you're always trying to prove that there's more to you.

Good relationships are built on a solid foundation. Without this foundation, no amount of hard work will make your relationships what God intended them to be.

Something that is loved is never lost.

Risky, thought Paul D, very risky. For a used-to-be-slave woman to love anything that much was dangerous, especially if it was her children she had settled on to love. The best thing, he knew, was to love just a little bit; everything, just a little bit, so when they brok its back, or shoved it in a croaker sack, well, maybe you'd have a little love left over for the next one.