The Matchmaker's Gift

The heart of a mourner is like a woman’s womb, Jacob—it can expand to hold whatever is asked of it. The heart is big enough to hold both grief and love.

If you can’t decide what you want to fight for, love is as good a cause as any.

When you weep, the one you are meant for tastes the salt of your tears.

A drop of love sometimes brings an ocean of tears.

These new pages showed that Sara had matched women with women, men with men, people from all religions and races. It seemed that in her final years, Sara saw no barriers to love.

We begin in dust and end in dust. In the middle, it’s good to have something sweet.

A sentence from a story was easy to forget, but it took only one whiff of Raskin's pickled herring for the memory to live on in a customer's nostrils forever.

We begin in dust and end in dust. In the middle, it's good to have something sweet.

She would no longer hide from the flashing sparks that danced around the edges of her sight. From now on, she would pursue the light with her eyes wide open, braced for the sun.

Love is not always a straight, shining line. Sometimes, love is a shady path, full of unpredictable turns.

A mother should help her children, but she shouldn't tell them who to love.

If you don't stop crying, you'll drown the fish.

You have been blessed with eyes that can see the light of soulmates reaching for each other.

What is life but a cup of lemon ice?” he said. “Sweet and bitter and gone too soon.