Product Description

From the creators of the bestselling "Chicken Soup" books comes a new addition to the series that focuses on the universal need to love in 101 true stories about love, commitment, intimacy, family, overcoming obstacles and keeping a relationship alive.

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Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #1210209 in Books
• Published on: 1999-01
• Format: Abridged
• Original language: English
• Number of items: 1
• Binding: Audio CD

Amazon.com Review
What a good idea all these Chicken Soup for the Soul books are! Instead of reading one book and hunting around for the most touching or uplifting passage, the Soup brigade of editors and writers scours the published world for brief excerpts, arranges them by category, and sells them by the kabillion.

The spoon-size stories in Chicken Soup for the Couple's Soul hit the spot and warm the heart. Take the case of Dame Margot Fonteyn, the legendary dancer. She fell madly for Latin lover Roberto Arias at 18 in 1937, but history flung them apart. He recourted her 14 years later, after he'd become Panama's ambassador to the UN. Five assassin's bullets crippled him, but not their romance: he watched from the wings in a stretcher as she took 43 curtain calls in Romeo and Juliet. "I feel it's rather a fair division," she said of their love. "He thinks. I move. You see, I love him." Another love-triumphing-over-paralysis chapter reprints the most stunning passage of Christopher Reeve's Still Me.

The cartoons aren't great, but many of the celebrity quotes in the book are, like this one from Ursula K. Le Guin: "Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new." But one correction: the line "There is only one serious question ... how to make love stay" is from Tom Robbins, not "Tim Robbins." --Tim Appelo

About the Author
Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen are the #1 New York Times and USA Today best-selling authors and co-founders of the Chicken Soup for the Soul series

Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen are the #1 New York Times and USA Today best-selling authors and co-founders of the Chicken Soup for the Soul series

Barbara De Angelis, Ph.D., is the author of nine best-selling books including Real Moments, How to Make Love All The Time, Secrets About Men Every Woman Should Know and Are You the One for Me?

Mark and Chrissy Donnelly are writers, speakers, entrepreneurs and loving partners who are currently at work on several upcoming Chicken Soup for the Soul books.

Mark and Chrissy Donnelly are writers, speakers, entrepreneurs and loving partners who are currently at work on several upcoming Chicken Soup for the Soul books.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

Thinking of You

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
— Thomas Campbell

SophieÆs face faded into the gray winter light of the sitting room. She dozed in the armchair that Joe had bought for her on their fortieth anniversary. The room was warm and quiet. Outside it was snowing lightly.

At a quarter past one the mailman turned the corner onto Allen Street. He was behind on his route, not because of the snow, but because it was ValentineÆs day and there was more mail than usual. He passed SophieÆs house without looking up. Twenty minutes later he climbed back into his truck and drove off.

Sophie stirred when she hear the mail truck pull away, then took off her glasses and wiped her mouth and eyes with the handkerchief she always carried in her sleeve. She pushed herself up using the arm of the chair for support, straightened slowly and smoothed the lap of her dark green housedress.

Her slippers made a soft, shuffling sound on the bare floor as she walked to the kitchen. She stopped at the sink to wash the two dishes she had left on the counter after lunch. Then she filled a plastic cup halfway with water and took her pills. It was one forty-five.

There was a rocker in the sitting room by the front window. Sophie eased herself into it. In a half-hour the children would be passing by on their way home from school. Sophie waited, rocking and watching the snow.

The boys came first, as always, running and calling out things Sophie could not hear. Today they were making snowballs as they went, throwing them at one another, One snowball missed and smacked hard into SophieÆs window. She jerked backward, and the rocker slipped off the edge of the oval rug.

The girls dilly-dallied after the boys, in twos and threes, cupping their mitered hands over the mouths and giggling. Sophie wondered if they were telling each other about the valentines they had received at school. One pretty girl with long brown hair stopped and pointed to the window where Sophie sat watching. Sophie slipped her face behind the drapes, suddenly self-conscious.

When she looked out again, the boys and girls were gone. It was cold by the window, but she stayed there watching the snow cover the childrenÆs footprints.

A floristÆs truck turned onto Allen Street. Sophie followed it with her eyes. It was moving slowly. Twice it stopped and started again. Then the driver pulled up in from of Mrs. MasonÆs house next door and parked.

Who would be sending Mrs. Mason flowers? Sophie wondered, Her daughter in Wisconsin? Or her brother? No, her brother was very ill. It was probably her daughter. How nice of her.

Flowers made Sophie think of Joe and, for a moment, she let the aching memory fill her. Tomorrow was the fifteenth. Eight months since his death.

the flower man was knocking at Mrs. MasonÆs front door. He carried a long white and green box and a clipboard. No one seemed to be answering. Of course! It was Friday — Mrs. Mason quilted at the church on Friday afternoons. The delivery man looked around, then started toward SophieÆs house.

Sophie shoved herself out of the rocker and stood close to the drapes. The man knocked. Her hands trembled as she straightened her hair. She reached her front hall on his third knock.

öYes?ö she said, peering around a slightly opened door.

öGood afternoon, maÆam,ö the man said loudly. ôWould you take a delivery for your neighbor?ö

öYes,ö Sophie answered, pulling the door wide open.

öWhere would you like me to put them?ö the man asked politely as he strode in.

öIn the kitchen, please. On the table.ö The man looked big to Sophie. She could hardly see his face between his green cap and full beard. Sophie was glad he left quickly, and she locked the door after him.

The box was as long as the kitchen table. Sophie drew near to it and bent over to read the lettering: ôNATALIE'S Flowers for Every Occasion.ö The rich smell of roses engulfed her. She closed her eyes and took slower breaths, imagining yellow roses. Joe had always chosen yellow. ôTo my sunshine,ö he would say, presenting the extravagant bouquet. He would laugh delightedly, kiss her on the forehead, then take her hands in his and sing to her ôYou Are my Sunshine.ö

It was five oÆclock when Mrs. Mason knocked at SophieÆs front door. Sophie was still at the kitchen table. The flower box was now open though, and she held the roses on her lap, swaying slightly and stroking the delicate yellow petals. Mrs. Mason knocked again, but Sophie did not hear her, and after several minutes the neighbor left.

Sophie roes a little while later, laying the flowers on the kitchen table. Her cheeks were flushed. She cragged a stepstool across the kitchen floor and lifted a white porcelain vase from the top corner cabinet. Using a drinking glass, she filled the vase with water, then tenderly arranged the roses and greens, and carried them into the sitting room.,

She was smiling as she reached the middle of the room. She turned slightly and began to dip and twirl in small circles. She stepped lightly, gracefully, around the sitting room, into the kitchen, down the hall, back again. She danced till her knees grew weak, and then she dropped into the armchair and slept.

At a quarter past six, Sophie awoke with a start. Someone was knocking on the back door this time. It was Mrs. Mason.

öHello, Sophie,ö Mrs. Mason said. ôHow are you? I knocked at five and was a little worried when you didnÆt come. Were you napping?ö She chattered as she wiped her snowy boots on the welcome mat and stepped inside. ôI just hate snow, donÆt you? The radio says we might have six inches by midnight, but you can never trust them, you know. Do you remember last winter when they predicted four inches and we had twenty-one? Twenty-one! And they said weÆd have a mild winter this year. Ha! I donÆt think itÆs been over zero in weeks. Do you know my oil bill was 趌 last month? For my little house!ö

Sophie was only half-listening. She had remembered the roses suddenly and was turning hot with shame. The empty flower box was behind her on the kitchen table. What would she say to Mrs. Mason?

öI donÆt know how much longer I can keep paying the bills. If only Alfred, God bless him, had been as careful with money as your Joseph. Joseph! Oh, good heavens! I almost forgot about the roses.ö

SophieÆs cheeks burned. She began to stammer an apology, stepping aside to reveal the empty box.

öOh, good,ö Mrs. Mason interrupted. ôYou put the roses in water. Then you saw the card. I hope it didnÆt startle you to see JosephÆs handwriting. Joseph had asked me to bring you the roses the first year, so I could explain for him. He didnÆt want to alarm you. His æRose Trust,Æ I think he called it. He arranged it with the florist last April. Such a good man, your Josephàö

But Sophie had stopped listening. Her heart was pounded as she picked up the small white envelope she had missed earlier. It had been lying beside the flower box all the time. With trembling hands, she removed the card.

öTo my sunshine,ö it said. ôI love you with all my heart. Try to be happy when you think of me. Love, Joe.ö

Alicia von Stamwitz

¬1998 Alicia von Stamwitz. All rights reserved. Reprinted from Chicken Soup for the CoupleÆs Soul by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Barbara DeAngelis, mark Donnelly and Chrissy Donnelly. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, without the written permission of the publisher. Publisher: Health Communications, Inc., 3201 SW 15th Street, Deerfield Beach, FL 33442.

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Customer Reviews

Good Book For Couples
I've always liked 'Chicken Soup' books, and this one is one of my favorites. There are many stories in the book, each written by a different author sharing his or her own inspirational experience. Because each story is written by a different author, they each have their own distinct characteristics. I really enjoyed the story about an elderly lady who lost her husband and received long-stemmed roses from him for Valentine's Day after his passing. That story, along with many others in this collection, will help to ease any doubt for those who may believe true love is out of reach. I also highly recommend 'Open Your Mind, Open Your Life: A Little Book of Wisdom' by Taro Gold.

Inspiring love stories
I read Chicken Soup for the Couple's Soul. This is the book you want to read if you are looking to cry, laugh, and a lot of comfort and reassurance. If you are a real romantic like me I would definitly recommend reading this book. It tells stories about new beggings, old lovers, love that last forever, fate, destiny, and more. Some of my favorite love stories are the ones that last forever. It kind of gives me hope that I will find the right man some day and I will have the same kind of love that they talk about. Every story in the book touched my heart, whether it was a death story, lost love, or a reunion, I cried. Many people have read these books and have loved them. So if you have not discovered the Chicken Soup books, I recommend reading one. The thing that I love the most is that they have many different sayings that really make you think about things. One that is my favorite is from 1Cor. 13:2 - I may have all knowledge and understand all secrets, I may have all the faith needed to move mountians - but if I have no love, I am nothing. I think this has a lot of truth to it because nobody ever feels whole unless they are truly loved. This book is for anyone who's ever been in love, is in love now, or hopes to be in love in t the future. So if you want a good book to read with real stories, read Chicken soup for the Couple's Soul.

Beautifully put together and indeed inspirational!
I've always been in love with the Chicken Soup books, and Chicken Soup for the Couple's Soul is my absolute favorite. Each story in the book is written by a different author, each sharing his or her own unique inspirational experience. And because each story is written by a different author, they each have their own distinct characteristics. The stories are separated into several categories, just like in the previous Chicken Soup books. Each section offers many stories, and each story is inspiring. In particular, I really enjoyed the story written about the elderly lady who lost her husband and received yellow, long-stemmed roses from him for Valentine's Day after his death. This story, along with the many others in this collection, will surely erase any doubt in those whose belief in true love has weakened. It is not just the content of this book that will keep readers from putting this book down, it is the feeling that one will attain from the stories. It's not all about love and romance, and that is why this book is also well-rounded (although the stories are limited to relationship-related issues). I thoroughly enjoyed this book and I recommend that everyone gives it a try.