It takes great courage and determination, to keep looking for light in all the darkness of life.
When is cake ever for hunger? It’s for flavor and, in this case, comfort.
One proton of faith, three electrons of humility, a neutron of compassion and a bond of honesty,” Robert said, winking at his daughter. “What’s that?” Cora frowned, confused. Maggie laughed. “That, according to your father, is the molecular structure of love.
If you get a chance you should marry an archaeologist. I don’t suppose there are too many to go around, but it’s the best sort of husband to have. The older a woman gets, the more he’s interested in her.
I can say this: don’t give up. Not on love but, more important still, not on you. Never let yourself believe that you are unlovable or flawed in any way. You deserve to be loved. You deserve kind words and an unwavering eye.
In my experience even inanimate objects have a will of their own, and they won’t be found until they want to be, until they’re good and ready, she says.
I love chocolate cake for breakfast,” Peggy stalls, “it sets me up for the day. A little decadence is good for the soul.” She’s been eating more cake than usual, lately. Impending death does have compensations after all, then, if only chocolate-covered ones.
And some people don’t have what it takes to be happy. It’s not an easy thing, you know. It takes great courage and determination, to keep looking for light in all the darkness of life.
Listen to that voice that tells you not to trust someone, even though he’s deliciously charming, remember Wickham and Willoughby and all those cads. And give another man a chance, even though he’s not your usual type – remember Mr Knightly and Colonel Brandon and all those quiet heroes.
If two hearts truly love each other then they always will, even when they are apart. Unless they both let go. But if one holds on then it’s because the other one hasn’t yet let it go either.
Too much analysis kills a thing. Art is created from passion and inspires passion. And passion is beyond reason. Don’t you think?
I know that a heart can hold on for a lifetime, hoping for the impossible, loving, wanting what it will never have.
She still hasn’t cried because to stay in shock feels safer, it keeps a distance between her and the thing she’s trying to pretend hasn’t happened.