[Never give up hope. Never give in to pessimism. Never despair.] No horse named Morbid ever won a race!
You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.
I may not be as stong as I think, but I know many tricks and I have resolution.
In the morning there was a big wind blowing and the waves were running high up on the beach and he was awake a long time before he remembered that his heart was broken.
When you start to live outside yourself, it's all dangerous.
His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred.