Good girls hold their heads high by daylight, Their grace and their virtue soaring with kites, While bad girls slink along in their shame- Everyone stares at them, everyone blames. But those bad girls sleep soundly at night, Ne'er do their consciences wake them in a fright, While our good girls toss and they turn- They lay awake for those who will burn.

All really interesting girls invent themselves.

Henry turned his hat in his hands but went on looking at Diana in a way that made her want to crawl into his arms and stay there forever.

The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color - oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples.

Gossip is just a tool to distract people who have nothing better to do from feeling jealous of those few of us still remaining with noble hearts.

You don’t need to marry a man with millions. You only need to be your exquisite self.

That was the way love was, she guessed-it left you always unsteady on your feet.