I'm sentimental--I know. I'm desperate and silly--I know that too. Oh, help me!

Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.

People can tell you to keep your mouth shut, but that doesn't stop you from having your own opinion.

Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart.

I long to ride a bike, dance, whistle, look at the world, feel young and know that I'm free, and yet I can't let it show. Just imagine what would happen if all eight of us were to feel sorry for ourselves or walk around with the discontent clearly visible on our faces. Where would that get us?

And you can always, always, give kindness

I think it's odd that grown-ups quarrel so easily and so often and about such petty matters. Up to now I always thought bickering was just something children did and that they outgrew it.