Rejection is a cancer, Edie. It eats away at a person.
But happiness ... happiness grows at our own firesides," she said. "It is not to be picked in strangers' gardens." ~ The House at Riverton
Ah, well. Life's too short for moderation, wouldn't you say?
I'd pretty much given up hope of being published, so I just wrote the book I wanted to read.
It's a terrible thing, isn't it, the way we throw people away?
You'll beat this. I know it doesn't feel like it, but you will. You're a survivor." "I don't want to survive it." "I know that, too," Nell had said. "And it's fair enough. But sometimes we don't have a choice.