Think of your pain like a bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one.

No matter where I am, I am always loving you.

The most Beautiful people are the ones that don't look like one race or even one sex.

You have to make your own family, your own life.

Choose to believe in your own myth your own glamour your own spell a young woman who does this (even if she is just pretending) has everything.

The true warrior isn't immune to fear. She fights in spite of it.

All the things that girls feel they are not when they fear that if they become, if they are, they will no longer be loved by the sisters whose hearts they have not meant to break. And besides, if the sisters are gone and only the beloved remains with his dense curls and his lips, how safe are you then? You have to have him or you will die if the sisters are gone with their listening ears and their feet to rub and their bodies to dress and their shared loneliness.