When one is traveling, everything looks brighter and lovelier.

She sounds like someone who spends a lot of time in libraries, which are the best sorts of people.

Slowly, without taking his eyes from hers, the man in the black coat knelt before her. ”I have come for the girl in the window,” he said, and his eyes filled with tears

It is harder, usually, to find a person who wants to walk the streets of me, to taste the teas of my country, to... immigrate, you could say.

When one is traveling, everything looks brighter and lovelier. That does not mean it IS brighter and lovelier; it just means that sweet, kindly home suffers in comparison to tarted-up foreign places with all their jewels on.

Love rarely waits for permission.

Do not ruin today with mourning tomorrow.