So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price... - E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly
"So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love."
"So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love."
"... it’s a blessed thing to love and feel loved in return."
"Well, if it can be thought, it can be done, a problem can be overcome,"
"While she could hardly fathom what had just happened to her that night, she reached some conclusions before she fell asleep, certain things now made perfect sense; Moon River didn’t sound so syrupy, mistletoe wasn’t such a bad idea, and perhaps dating was not such a frivolous waste of time after all."
"An acquaintance merely enjoys your company, a fair-weather companion flatters when all is well, a true friend has your best interests at heart and the pluck to tell you what you need to hear."
"So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love."