Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it!

I love this simply because it's cute, and I guess it's a sign of the times in many respect. It's pretty much saying you complete me, only in the sweetest way possible.

The victor belongs to the spoils.

Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people's lives.

At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.

Daisy began to sing with the music in a husky, rhythmic whisper, bringing out a meaning in each word that it had never had before and would never have again. When the melody rose, her voice broke up sweetly, following it, in a way contralto voices have, and each change tipped out a little of her warm human magic upon the air.

So we'll just let things take their course, and never be sorry.