He wanted to be a poet,' someone else put in while Maggie hugged Tim and patted his back. 'Said he'd only lacked the words to be one.

Damn me to hell or take me to heaven, but for Gods sake, do it now....

Do you know how many ways love can hit you? So it makes you happy, or miserable? It makes you sick in the belly or hurt in the heart. It makes everything brighter and sharper, or it blurs all the edges. It makes you feel like a king or a fool. Every way love can hit you, it's hit me when it comes to you

it taught me, that when a woman lets herself love, she loses. it taught me that to survive, you rely on yourself first and last." -adrianne

"It should have also taught you that sometimes love has no threshold." -philip

Men like him were so used to getting their own way with a quick smile, a murmured
word, they didn't know how to act with a woman who stood firmly on her own feet.

The tune was sad, as the best of Ireland was, melancholy and lovely as a lover's tears.