There was much to hate in this world and too much to love.

I know you don't want to hear this but someone has to say it! You are out of control! I mean they're just shoes... let it go!

Not an ugly color, Nanny thought. Just not a human color.

Forgive us our trespasses," says Margarethe, "and get out of our way.

Sorrow has a name, and its name is loneliness. Sorrow has a shape, and its shape is absence. Sorrow is a sickness like any other.

The melody faded like a rainbow after a storm, or like winds calming down at last; and what was left was calm, and possibility, and relief.

To consider what other people might say is hardly a good reason to take action or to defer it. You have your own life to live, Iris, and at its end, the only opinion that amounts to anything is that which God bestows