My beloved Mom and Pop always rated tops with each other and that's the way it will always be.

My mom loved rock 'n roll. My father hated it. We couldn't play it when he was around.

And the greatest lesson that mom ever taught me though was this one. She told me there would be times in your life when you have to choose between being loved and being respected. Now she said to always pick being respected.

I loved raising my kids. I loved the process the dirt of it the tears of it the frustration of it Christmas Easter birthdays growth charts pediatrician appointments. I loved all of it.

I love being a woman and I was not one of these women who rose through professional life by wearing men's clothes or looking masculine. I loved wearing bright colors and being who I am.

Happy is he who still loves something he loved in the nursery: He has not been broken in two by time he is not two men but one and he has saved not only his soul but his life.

It was the men I deceived the most that I loved the most.

Quite frankly Barack Obama knows what it's like to pay a mortgage and student loans. He knows what it's like to watch a beloved family member in a medical crisis and worry that treatment is out of reach. Barack Obama knows our struggles. And my friends he shares our values.

I've been advised not to have any more children for medical reasons so that's it - the shop has closed even though I would have loved a daughter.

I lost my second marriage because of drinking and I loved the woman very much. But I thought I needed booze to write. I'm glad I was disabused.

I have been doing marriage counseling for about 15 years and I realized that what makes one person feel loved doesn't make another person feel loved.

I enjoy being single but I loved being married.

Love does not alter the beloved it alters itself.

So fall asleep love loved by me... for I know love I am loved by thee.

So long as we love we serve so long as we are loved by others I should say that we are almost indispensable and no man is useless while he has a friend.

Love has features which pierce all hearts he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings he comes quickly and flies away the same.

A heart is not judged by how much you love but by how much you are loved by others.