Why did people assume that the beautiful among them needed nothing but their beauty to bring them happiness? That behind the beauty there was nothing but an empty shell, insensitive shell?
Always guarding one’s real, precious self in a cocoon of tranquility within a thousand masks. Life itself had become a secret affair.
If you have always suspected your sister of an inclination to madness, it will be my pleasure to confirm your worst fears.
I have always been a spectator of life, you know, never a participant. Never. But now I am. Today I am, and I an awed and deliriously happy. This is the adventure I asked for, the adventure I am having I will be forever grateful to you.
But parents, she supposed, were not the pinnacle of perfection their children thought or expected them to be. They were humans who usually did the best they could but often made the wrong choices.
Stop being so fruitlessly busy and dream. Use your imagination. Reach out into the unknown and dream of how you can enlarge your experience and improve your mind and your soul and your world.
It was strange how the heart clung to hope even when there was no reasonable basis for it, Morgan found. And how life went on.
Suddenly, and for the first time, he was at the center of his own life, living it and loving it.
Tears never were worth the effort of crying them.
The real meaning of things lies deep down and the real meaning of things is always beautiful because it is simply love.
She was not sorry. And if it was the wine telling her that, then she would tell the wine the same thing tomorrow. She was not sorry.
I do beg you to have some regard for my pride. A million years? I assure you I would stop asking after the first thousand.
It was so much more comfortable to be able to divide people into heroes and villains and expect them to play their allotted part.
My happiness has to come from within myself or it is too fragile a thing to be of any use to me and too much of a burden to benefit any of my loved ones.
The suffering of a loved one was in many ways worse than one’s one suffering because it left one feeling so very helpless.
The worst thing about loneliness is that it brings one face to face with oneself.
One day you will learn that love does not always betray you.
I’m terrified that I will never be able to put him from my mind. I don’t love him but I’m afraid that he will make it impossible for me ever to love anyone else.
Occasionally we all do wrong things from right motives. Only time can prove us right or wrong. The past is the past. Nothing can change it now, and who is to say that it was all wrong, anyway?
The bad part is life continues. The good part is that the pain goes away.