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I Will Love You Always. When This Red Hair Is White, I Will Still Love You. When The Smooth Softness Of Youth Is Replaced By The Delicate Softness Of Age, I Will Still Want To Touch Your Skin. When Your Face Is Full Of The Lines Of Every Smile You Have Ever Smiled, Of Every Surprise I Have Seen Flash Through Your Eyes, When Every Tear You Have Ever Cried Has Left Its Mark Upon Your Face,i Will Treasure You All The More, Because I Was There To See It All. I Will Share Your Life With You, Meredith, And I Will Love You Until The Last Breath Leaves Your Body Or Mine.

I’d Have Much Rather Gotten Dragged Into Someone Else’s Fight Than Face What Was Waiting For Me. Other People’s Emotional Pain, No Matter How Painful, Is So Much Less Painful Than Your Own.

He's No More Human Than I Am, Ma Petite." At Least I'm Not Dead." That Can Be Remedied.

Fear Will Bind You Closer Than Love, Or Hate, And It Works A Hell Of A Lot Quicker.

The Greeks Believed That Once There Were No Male And Female, That All Souls Were One. Then The Souls Were Torn Apart, Male And Female. The Greeks Thought That When You Found The Other Half Of Your Soul, Your Soul Mate, That It Would Be Your Perfect Lover But I Think If You Find Your Other Half, You Would Be Too Much Alike To Be Lovers, But You Would Still Be Soul Mates.