Love is a fruit in season at all times and within reach of every hand.
Jealousy in romance is like salt in food. A little can enhance the savor, but too much can spoil the pleasure and, under certain circumstances, can be life-threatening.
Don't forget to love her. The little girl you used to be. Perhaps she lies withing you. Untucked. Sleeping peacefully.
Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy - in fact, they are almost incompatible; one emotion hardly leaves room for the other.
Hope is renewed each time that you see a person you know, who is deeply involved in the struggle of life, helping another person.
I guess that's just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.
A sister can be seen as someone who is both ourselves and very much not ourselves - a special kind of double.
A smile is the light in your window that tells others that there is a caring, sharing person inside.
The fact that she is still fighting for you means you are something worth fighting for... when she stops you won't be.
Of all flowers, Methinks a rose is best.