Girls took to dressing like boys, and though women had obtained the vote, we had swiftly moved on to pursuing flashier freedoms: necking in cars and smoking cigarettes and walking down city streets in flesh colored stockings.

They will stop calling brides beautiful after today—you have simply set the standard too high,' he said.

So this was betrayal. It was like being left alone in the desert at dusk without water or warmth. It left your mouth dry and will broken. It sapped your tears and made you hollow.

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

I've always believed in savoring the moments. In the end, they are the only things we'll have.

To look in the face of hard things and keep moving forward - that's what one has to do.

She was a vision in a white gown her dark hair forming a hazy halo around her rosy heart-shaped face. Her long lashes fluttered to touch her cheeks and then her eyes opened fully in his direction. Her small round mouth flexed in an immediate and knowing smile. That's the girl I'm going to marry Henry thought.