But we are all sorry when loss comes for us. The test of our character comes not in how many tears we shed but in how we act after those tears have dried.

This is how memories are; what seems so clear and unforgettable at one moment vanishes like steam the next.

I always thought the purpose of time was to move forward, not backward.

I wonder if our names determine our destiny, or if destiny leads us to choose certain names.

Her beauty might fascinate men, but it was difficult to charm them when she stood mute. . . .

Now you are no longer a giggling child, smiling at whoever comes along. You are a woman with power. Learn to control your smile, and you can control what men will think about you.

And when that time comes, let's hope your friends outnumber your enemies.