Faith is one of only two things in mankind's consciousness that defies discussion. The other is one's marriage.

If you behave in a manner that poisons your relationship, don__ be surprised when it dies.

There is no such thing as escape after all, only an exchange of one set of difficulties for another. It wasn't Mark or the farm or marriage I was trying to shake loose from but my own imperfect self, and even if I kept moving, she would dog me all the way around the world, forever.

...[A] certain degree of un-understanding (not mis-, but un-) is the only possible sanctuary which one human being can offer to another in the midst of the devastating intimacy of a happy marriage.

That voice inside his head telling him he__ failed Bria when she needed him most was getting louder every day, but he refused to listen. That wouldn__ help. He never looked back. He couldn__ look back, could only do what he always did: fight his way forward, fight for his future_their future.

Leo was a force of nature. He lived life big and loud in all respects_which meant that when he got riled up, everyone was sucked into the vortex along with him. His temper was legendary, but then again, so were his passions. He was charming and charismatic, brilliant and quick. He loved to argue, loved to box and work out, loved to laugh, loved to_love. And from the day they__ met, he__ swept her up into his whirlwind sphere, and she felt like she hadn__ been allowed a second to breathe since. Not that she__ minded, not while it had all still been safe and contained. She__ delighted in his passions_all of them. But everything was different now.