Beauty is the first present nature gives to women and the first it takes away.
She could see that to lose a sibling was hard: it could only seem unnatural:out of time, out of order, a vicious re-run of your own departure into nothingness.
Take me! Well, not quite take me, love me now, take me eventually
What makes women happy? Nothing, for more than ten minutes at a time, so stop worrying.
Men are irrelevant. Women are happy or unhappy, fulfilled or unfulfilled, and it has nothing to do with men.
Ambition will, and should, always outstrip achievement.