Pride is a funny thing; it can make what is truly worthless appear to be a treasure.

The sisters were glad to be together. They had the easy sort of relationship where they didn't have to speak to be understood.

I wept to think that life went on even when so much had been lost, that rain still fell and myrtle grew between the rocks.

Remember what I've told you. Remember me.

Still, I couldn't help but wonder if it was a mistake for people like us to be tied to a place. If we weren't meant to be ready and willing to wander. If everything we needed was contained in who we were. And what we remember.

Young people believe that regret is something you will never feel if you simply do as you please, but sometimes it is a matter of degree.

Anyway, the sort of love that will not wait is probably best to pass by