There Is No Life Without Death. That

All Women On Earth-- And Men, Too For That Matter-- Hope For The Kind Of Love That Transforms Us, Raises Us Up Out Of The Everyday, & Gives Us The Courage To Survive Our Little Deaths: The Heartache Of Unfulfilled Dreams, Of Career And Personal Disappointments, Of Broken Love Affairs.

I Wonder If There Was Anything I Would Have Done Differently. I Hope I Would Have Done Everything Differently, Except I Know Everything Would Have Turned Out The Same. That's The Meaning Of Fate.

Gone Were My Girlish Ideas About Romantic Love And My Later Ideas About Sexual Love. From Yi, I Learned To Appreciate Deep-heart Love. Peony In Love

What Stays With Me Most Is A General Sense Of Loss, Unease, And Longing For The Past That Cannot Be Relieved.

People Come In And Out Of Our Lives, And The True Test Of Friendship Is Whether You Can Pick Back Up Right Where You Left Off The Last Time You Saw Each Other.