“She looked at his face, his lined, well-lived face. You were right. This perfect moment, in her once-desolate bedroom, was John’s belief at its apotheosis. She realized she wouldn’t have believed it before—that, in the most hopelessly constricted of places, you could find the fulfillment to all your dreams of adventure and romance. No, she wouldn’t have believed it. Not twenty years ago, not ten years ago, not a year ago. She had to reach forty-eight years of age to realize the truth and to internalize it. Forty-eight long years of groping in the dark. How silly she felt now and how blessed.” Believe In Your DreamsProfound TruthSeeing Is BelievingDreams And WishesDream HouseFaith Over FearOut With The Old In With The NewEpitome Of LifeThe Epitome Of TruthWe Made It Book:The Magnolia That Bloomed Unseen Source: The Magnolia That Bloomed Unseen