no person will ever get into my blood as a place can ... People and things pass away, but not places.

Life was a series of greetings and farewells, one was always saying good-bye to something, to someone.

Looking from the window at the fantastic light and colour of my glittering fairy-world of fact that holds no tenderness, no quietude, I long suddenly for peace, for understanding.

The moment of crisis had come, and I must face it. My old fears, my diffidence, my shyness, my hopeless sense of inferiority, must be conquered now and thrust aside. If I failed now I should fail forever.

I could not ask forgiveness for something I had not done. As scapegoat, I could only bear the fault.

Happiness happens when you fit with your life, when you fit so harmoniously that whatsoever you are doing is your joy. Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is a quality of thought, a state of mind.

She knew that this was happiness, this was living as she had always wished to live.