Yet it is true that there was an absent mindedness about her which sometimes made her clumsy; she was apt to think of poetry when she should have been thinking of taffeta; her walk was a little too much of a stride for a woman, perhaps, and her gestures, being abrupt, might endanger a cup of tea on occasion.

If I want to understand the laws of physics I have to first believe what I read about physics. I have to have faith in what I read.

The fight is never about grapes or lettuce. It is always about people.

But as he shook her hand and met those striking emerald eyes, he knew before he'd taken his sext breath that she was the one he could spend the rest of his life looking for but never find again.

Written By Nicholas Sparks

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