Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. It’s like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it.

Can't you see? Every step I have taken, since I was that child on the bridge, has been to bring myself closer to you.

Hopes are like hair ornaments. Girls want to wear too many of them. When they become old women they look silly wearing even one.

Neither you nor I can know your destiny. You may never know it! Destiny isn't always like a party at the end of the evening. Sometimes it's nothing more than struggling through life from day to day.

It's less a matter of looking the other way than of closing our eyes to what we can't stop from happening.

Sadness was a very heavy thing.

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