It’s a terrible thing to be alone – yes it is – it is – but don’t lower your mask until you have another mask prepared beneath – as terrible as you like – but a mask.
I’m a writer first and a woman after.
I think I hate snow, downright hate it. There is something stupefying in it, a kind of ‘You must be worse before you’re better,’ and down it spins.
Courage is like a disobedient dog, once it starts running away it flies all the faster for your attempts to recall it.
Children are unaccountable little creatures.
Some couples go over their budgets very carefully every month. Others just go over them.
Perhaps it does not matter so very much what it is one loves in this world. But love something one must.
I really only have Perfect Fun with myself. Other people won’t stop and look at the things I want to look at or, if they do, they stop to please me or to humor me or to keep the peace.
Why it should be such an effort to write to the people one loves I can’t imagine. It’s none at all to write to those who don’t really count.
Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who are all happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes.
Regret is an appalling waste of time.
If you wish to live, you must first attend your own funeral.
Now’s the time when children’s noses All become as red as roses And the colour of their faces Makes me think of orchard places Where the juicy apples grow, And tomatoes in a row.
The truth is friendship is every bit as sacred and eternal as marriage.
Life never become a habit to me. It’s always a marvel.
I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face.
You are a Queen. Let mine be the joy of giving you your kingdom.
What I feel for you can’t be conveyed in phrasal combinations; It either screams out loud or stays painfully silent but I promise – it beats words. It beats worlds. I promise.
You have never been curious about me; you never wanted to explore my soul.
Outside the sky is light with stars.