Experience had taught me that even the most precious memories fade with the passage of time. - Nicholas Sparks

I do not need a reason to be angry with God.

I wish I had the talent to paint the way I feel about you, for my words always feel inadequate. I imagine using red for your passion and pale blue for your kindness; forest green to reflect the depth of your empathy and bright yellow for your unflagging optimism. And still I wonder: can even an artist's palette capture the full range of what you mean to me?

The greater the love, the greater the tragedy when it's over.