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

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

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

Henry was thinking of the younger Holland sister of the way she could go from being an impetuous girl to a knowing woman in a few seconds and never lose the stars in her eyes.

As she always did on any really important day, Penelope Hayes wore red.

She was like a heroine in a novel that she herself was writing the character kept protesting that she was too strong for love and yet the narrator went on describing her desire.

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