I love you,” was his reply. “I make myself keep on loving you, despite what you do. I've got to love you. We all have to love you, and believe in
you, and think you are looking out for our best interests. But look at us, Momma, and really see us.

Angel, saint, Devil's spawn, good or evil, you've got me pinned to the wall and labeled as yours until the day I die. And if you die first, then it won't be long before I follow.

God, He didn't write the scripts for the puny little players down
here.
We wrote them ourselves-with each day we lived, each word we spoke,
each thought we etched on our brains. And Momma had written her
script, too.
And a sorry one it was.

Love...I put so much faith in it.
Truth...I kept believing it falls always from the top lips of the one you love and trust the most.
Faith...it's all bound up to love and trust. Where does one end and the other start, and how do you tell when love is the blindest of all?

Love, in short is the most dangerous emotion human can experience

Love doesn't always come when you want it to. Sometimes it just happens, despite your will.