Nothing in life is ever as simple as we imagine.

My tears simply broke through the fragile wallthat had held them, and with a terrible feeling of shame, I laid my head upon the table and let them drain out of me.

of course the pace of change never slows, even when we've convinced ourselves it will.

If a few minutes of suffering could make me so angry, what would years of it do? Even a stone can be worn down with enough rain.

The prettiest of them all is a girl who is pretty on the inside.

Anyone can have a good day. The question is what do you do on a bad day. That's when you're being tested. In a very tangible sense, a bad day shows your innermost essence more than a good day.

I tried to continue, but somehow my throat made up its mind to swallow – though I can’t think what I was swallowing, unless it was a little knot of emotion I pushed back down because there was no room in my face for any more.