sweet

Dear Clutch, I hope I see you again. Here's my number if you want to call. Thanks for last night. Your human is nice. ~D

Kiss me again, Cowboy

Everything turns slower when she__ not around, but when she__ with me, an hour feels like a blink of an eye.

My fourteen-year-old sister Lara is a brat. Unfortunately, no one sees it but me. To everyone else, she__ adorable. She__ tiny and blonde and sweet and as helpless as a kitten. Chloe reminded me of Lara, at first. The difference, as I discovered, is that Chloe really is as sweet as she seems and she isn__ as helpless as she looks.

Some people come into your life as blessings, and others come in your life as lessons. You are both to me.

I hugged Wes and inhaled the scent of his neck- a reassuringly familiar combination of coffee and leather and something sweet I always had trouble putting my finger on. What was it? Butter from his morning toast? A package of chocolates left over some hotel stay? Maybe a hint of the honey he liked to drizzle on apples. I smiled, allowing myself a moment to believe in the possibility of a shared life full of sweet things.

I__ memorizing what takes me away. What saves me.

I want to reach over and grab her hand to comfort her. I want to say something reassuring to her. If this were yesterday, I__ sure I would have done that without a second thought. But it__ not yesterday. It__ today, and Charlie and I are complete strangers today.

Let's make beautiful music together, Emery Carmichael.

Shane was sitting on the curb next to the old, cracked gas pumps, eating a candy bar. Claire plopped down next to him. __alf?_ she asked.__nd now I know you__e my girlfriend, since you__e not afraid to demand community property,_ he said, and pulled off the uneaten half to hand it over.

When I lived in New York and went to Chinatown, I learned that these flavors and their meanings were actually a foundation of ancient Chinese medicine.Salty translated to fear and the frantic energy that tries to compensate for or hide it.Sweet was the first flavor we recognized from our mother's milk, and to which we turned when we were worried and unsure or depressed.Sour usually meant anger and frustration.Bitter signified matters of the heart, from simply feeling unloved to the almost overwhelming loss of a great love. Most spices, along with coffee and chocolate, had some bitterness in their flavor profile. Even sugar, when it cooked too long, turned bitter. But to me, spice was for grief, because it lingered longest.

O God, who art Peace everlasting, whose chosen reward is the gift of peace, and who hast taught us that the peacemakers are Thy children, pour Thy sweet peace into our souls, that everything discordant may utterly vanish, and all that makes for peace be sweet to us forever. Amen.

It made me feel as if I was taking back some control over my life when everything else had been shaken up so frighteningly.

Just don't be surprised if while you are looking to the heavens, I am looking to you. You, my dear Mrs. Hastings,are all the beauty, guidance, and light I will ever need.

Would you like me to let you go home to your love today?" he asked. It was obvious that my preference for someone else bothered him, but instead of choosing to ve angry, he showed compassion.

There are two ways to taste things in life: the sweet way and the bitter way.

Because I don__ want to give you any reason to be mad at me. I don__ want to give you a reason to hate me because, as much as I might have have begged you to do that, you__e the single most important thing in the world to me, Charlie Chase. You__e become my world. And how do I live in a world where you don__ exist?

I don't need their understanding, but my daughter will--and I hope the minds of her peers are wide open with vibrant hues of passion. i hope they paint the world with color.