It's not finding what's lost, it's understanding what you've found.
She was so busy forgetting, she couldn't take a single step into the future.
My darling girl, when are you going to realize that being normal is not necessarily a virtue? It rather denotes a lack of courage." - Aunt Frances
...but now the worst crime was pretending to be something you were not.
Margaret thought of all she knew for certain, that day would always follow night that love was never wasted nor was it lost.
It was the sort of beauty you feel so deeply it becomes contagious and somehow makes you feel beautiful too.