I don’t know what else I can tell you, other than that I can imagine spending the rest of my life with you. I know that sounds crazy. I know we’re just getting to know each other, and even admitting what I just did might make you think I’m nuts, but I’ve never been more sure about anything. And if you give me a chance – if you give us a chance – I’m going to live the rest of my life proving to you that you made the right decision. I love you. And not just for the person you are, but for the way you make me think that we can be.
Nicholas SparksIt always amazes me that once you cut through the clutter, people are pretty much the same. Especially through adolescence and early adulthood. For the most part, people go through the same experiences and think the same things, but somehow no one ever escapes the belief that his experience is unique in every conceivable way.
Nicholas SparksTravis nursed his beer silently, looking out over the water.
“What are you thinking about?” Laird asked.
“It’s not important.”
“What is it?”
Travis turned toward him. “Did you ever notice how some colours are used for people’s names but others aren’t?”
“What are you talking about?”
“White and Black. Like Mr. White, the guy who owns the tire store. And Mr. Black, our third-grade teacher. Or even Mr. Green from the game Clue. But you never hear of someone named Mr. Orange or Mr. Yellow. It’s like some colours make good names, but other colours just sound stupid. You know what I mean?”
“I can’t say I’ve ever thought about it.”
“Me neither. Not until just a minute ago, I mean. But it’s kind of strange, isn’t it?”
“Sure,” Laird finally agreed.
Both men were quiet for a moment. “I told you it wasn’t important.”
“Yes, you did.”
“Was I right?”
“Yep.
God's voice is usually nothing more than a whisper, and you have to listen very carefully to hear it. But other times, in those rarest of moments, the answer is obvious and rings as loud as a church bell.
Nicholas SparksTag: god religion church epiphany listen
You've gotten so caught up in being alone that you're afraid of what might happen if you actually find someone else that can take you away from it.
Nicholas SparksYou don't feel the need to talk all the time, do you," she said.
He smiled. "No."
"Most people don't know how to appreciate silence. They can't help talking."
"I talk, I just want to have something to say first.
What do you like most about being here?"
"The quiet. When I'm here, no one asks me questions or asks me to do stuff. I can sit here and think.
He worked out his frustration with life on the creek every morning.
Nicholas SparksI can honestly say I could go two or three days without wondering what Savannah was doing or even thinking about her. Did this make my love less real? I asked myself that question dozens of times during that trip, but I always decided it didn't, for the simple reason that her image would ambush me when I least expected it, overwhelming me with the same ache I had the day I'd left. Anything might set it off: a friend talking about his wife, the sight of a couple holding hands, or even the way some of the villagers would smile as we passed.
Nicholas SparksThat's why I don't tell people about us. They wouldn't understand, and 1 don't feel the need to explain, simply because I know in my heart how real it was. When I think of you, I can't help smiling, knowing that you've completed me somehow. I love you, not just for now, but for always, and I dream of the day that you'll take me in your arms again.
Nicholas SparksTag: love romantic romance dear
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