“Those who are gone, you have. Those who departed loving you, love you still; and you love them always. They are not really gone, those dear hearts and true; they are only gone into the next room; and you will presently get up and follow them, and yonder door will close upon you, and you will be no more seen.” LoveHeartStillsNextRoomsGoneDoorsLove YouDearGet UpLoving YouDepartedStill Love YouDear Heart Book:Roundabout Papers: Easyread Large Bold Edition Source: Roundabout Papers: Easyread Large Bold Edition
“One Dad I know uses what I call Post-It® Note therapy on his children. He leaves sticky Post-It Notes everywhere ...in their lunch box, inside their shoes, on top of their sandwich before he wraps it up. He once went into his daughter's room, looking for his hammer, and on the back of her bedroom door were every Post-It Note he'd ever given her - over 250 in all with simple messages like 'Great job'...'I love you'...or 'You're special to me.' Do you think that girl knew, without a doubt, that her Dad valued her and loved her?” ThinkingKnowsChildrenUseJobsGirlGivenSimpleRoomsDoubtDoorsSpecialLove YouDadMessagesDaughterNotesShoesBoxesPostsTherapyLunchBedroomHammersWrapsSandwichesGreat JobThat GirlStickySpecial To MePost It Notes Author:Jack Canfield
“If I knew that today would be the last time I’d see you, I would hug you tight and pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul. If I knew that this would be the last time you pass through this door, I’d embrace you, kiss you, and call you back for one more. If I knew that this would be the last time I would hear your voice, I’d take hold of each word to be able to hear it over and over again. If I knew this is the last time I see you, I’d tell you I love you, and would not just assume foolishly you know it already.” IfsKnowsSoulWould BeTodayAbleLastsVoiceLordDoorsLove YouPrayingKissingEmbraceAssumingYour SoulHugLast TimeKeepersHug You Author:Gabriel Garcia Marquez
“What's agitating about solitude is the inner voice telling you that you should be mated to somebody, that solitude is a mistake. The inner voice doesn't care about who you find. It just keeps pestering you, tormenting you--if you happen to be me--with homecoming queens first, then girls next door, and finally anybody who might be pleased to see you now and then at the dinner table and in bed on occasion. You look up from reading the newspaper and realize that no one loves you, and no one burns for you.” IfsShouldFirstsLooksMightHappensCareGirlReadingNextVoiceRealizingMistakeDoorsLove YouSolitudeBedTablesDinnerNewspapersOccasionsQueensLook UpNow And ThenOne LoveInner VoiceHomecomingDinner TableHomecoming Queen Book:The feast of love Source: The feast of love
“Like the morning you walked out of that old house, when you were eighteen and I was, well, I had just turned nineteen, hadn't I? I was a nineteen-year-old and I was in love with Louis and I was in love with you, and I thought I had never seen anything so beautiful as the sight of you walking out a glass door in the early morning, still sleepy, in your underwear. Isn't it strange?” YearsWellsStillsBeautifulHouseMorningDoorsLove YouStrangeWalkingSightGlassesUnderwearEighteenSleepyNineteenEarly MorningWalking OutOld Houses Book:The Hours: A Novel Source: The Hours: A Novel