She was full of some strange energy that morning. Her every movement had purpose and life and she seemed to find satisfaction in every little thing.

Love is all right, as things go, but lovers can be a terrible waste of a girl's time.

After Henry's treatment of her she wasn't sure that men could honestly love women but she wanted to believe it. She wanted to be told pretty things and for the frightening clip of her heart to slow to something more reasonable.

Well, if you weren't flirting with him"-his voice had now grown a little plaintive-"who was he, and what did you want with him anyway?" "If you are so determined to bore me, I may just have to go home." Astrid sighed carelessly, "What a shame, when I am wearing such a pretty dress.

The world is such a marvel - it gave you trials, but if you were still and concentrated, if you tried to do the right thing, it always provided you with salvation.

All really interesting girls invent themselves.

The headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.