When the past has passed from you at last, let go. Then climb down and begin the rest of your life. With great joy.

This person had arrived, he had illuminated her, he had ensorcelled her with notions of miracle and beauty, he had both understood and misunderstood her, he had married her, he had broken her heart, he had looked upon her with those sad and hopeless eyes, he had accepted his banishment, and now he was gone. What a stark and stunning thing was life- that such a cataclysm can enter and depart so quickly, and leave such wreckage behind!

I've never seen any life transformation that didn't begin with the person in question finally getting tired of their own bullshit.

I was not rescued by a prince; I was the administrator of my own rescue.

You know the old adage: Plant an expectation, reap a disappointment.

Where did you get the idea you aren't allowed to petition the universe with prayer? You are part of this universe, Liz. You're a constituent--you have every entitlement to participate in the actions of the universe, and to let your feelings be known. So, put your opinion out there. Make your case. Believe me--it will at least be taken into consideration.

Love renders all of our plans and all of our hopes a gamble.