This early piece of the morning is mine.

Never build your emotional life on the weaknesses of others.

Feelings that come back are feelings that never away.

I'm sick and tired of being strong...

You never understand it until you experience it.

Nothing, I learned, brings you into the present quite like holding hands. The past seemed irrelevant; the future, unnecessary.

Walking together, matching our footfalls. We exit the lobby like two television district attorneys gunning for justice.

Only take someone’s hand in a certain way, even look into their eyes in a certain way, and the world is changed forever.

A morning walk gives the body a chance to forgive the trials and tribulations of yesterday, to shed its rubbish and mental clutter.

The dance called the Sardana, young men and women in a circle holding hands high, prancing with sedate vigor to music with a panpipe flavor.

Hiking is just walking where it’s okay to pee.

When I don’t understand something, I reach up and hold God’s hand. And we walk together in silence.

When first I loved, in the long ago, / And held your hand as I told you so– / Pressed and caressed it and gave it a kiss / And said ‘I could die for a hand like this!

Nothing in this world compares to the comfort and security of having someone just hold your hand.

We already know that when two don’t agree, they can’t walk together. Opens the door to confusion.

Hiking is the answer, who cares what the question is.

Hold my hand and never let it go… for my love for you will be forever and it will last even the infinite of time…

Holding her hand in public is just another way of saying you’re proud to have her.

Love is not just about holding hands and walking together. It’s about promises and staying together.