we do not die of anguish, we live on. We continue to suffer. We drink the cup drop by drop.
It is love, not faith, that moves mountains.
Gossiping is the plague of little towns.
Celebrate within yourself that wonderful treasure . . . true kindness.
Anything we destroy in ourselves we destroy in others. Our falls lower others and throw them down; we owe it to our fellows to keep upright, in order that they too may keep their feet.
almost all novels are love stories.