Probably an easy one, but I love this one. < sigh > It still gives me goosebumps and makes me misty. So here goes . . .
"She was all the dreams he'd lost at dawn - dreams of everything he hadn't understood he needed until now. She was his playmate, his confidante, the lover who made his blood rush. She was the mother of his children and the companion of his old age. She was the joy of his heart."
"The ox is slow, but the earth is patient."