Love is not maximum emotion. Love is maximum commitment.

Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone,
I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One.
I give ye my Spirit, 'til our Life shall be Done.

It was finally becoming clear to her that love wasn't about finding someone perfect to marry. Love was about seeing through to the truth of a person, and accepting all their shades of light and dark. Love was an ability.

Kevin had been born to make love to a man, the same way I had.

Love seems the swiftest, but it is the slowest of all growths. No man or woman really knows what perfect love is until they have been married a quarter of a century.

I don't want a girl who only feels comfortable in either a temple or a discotheque. She has to be both, the saint and the sinner!