You won't die, Francie. You were born to lick this rotten life.

It's come at last", she thought, "the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache.

Look at everything as though you are seeing it for the first time.

They learned no compassion from their own anguish. thus their suffering was wasted.

Oh time...time, pass so that I forget! Oh time, Great Healer, pass over me and let me forget.

She had heard Papa sing so many songs about the heart; the heart that was breaking - was aching - was dancing -was heavy laden - that leaped for joy - that was heavy in sorrow - that turned over - that stood still. She really believed the heart actually did those things.

I know that's what people say-- you'll get over it. I'd say it, too. But I know it's not true. Oh, youll be happy again, never fear. But you won't forget. Every time you fall in love it will be because something in the man reminds you of him.