Miracles occur naturally as expressions of love. The real miracle is the love that inspires them. In this sense everything that comes from love is a miracle.

I'm one of the ruins that Cromwell knocked about a bit.

You DO know what to do.

I liked James and James liked me and we both knew it and if you think about it, that's like a miracle. A real miracle. Everyone says that babies are miracles, and don't get me wrong, I love cute little pudgy babies, but if you think about it, me having a baby right now would not be a miracle. At all. But finding someone that gets me? That's the real work. That's where the miracles are.

To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others.

Oh, mister porter, what shall I do? / I wanted to go to Birmingham, but they've carried me on to Crewe.