I am not resigned: I am not sure life is long enough to learn that lesson.
I protest against any absolute conclusion.
Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.
It is never too late to become the person you always thought you could be.
Play not with paradoxes. That caustic which you handle in order to scorch others may happen to sear your own fingers and make them dead to the quality of things.
What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined - to strengthen each other - to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.