The happiest folk are those that are busy, for their minds are starved of time to seek out woe.

The happiest folk are those that are busy, for their minds are starved of time to seek out woe.

She was the breeze on a summer's day, the first drops of rain when the earth was parched, light from the evening star.

I want to be independent. To meet interesting people. ... I just mean new people with clever things to say. Things I've never heard before. I want to be free. Open to whatever adventure comes along and sweeps me off my feet.

It's special, grandparents and grandchldren. So much simpler. Is it always so, I wonder? I think perhaps it is. While one's child takes a part of one's heart to use and misuse as they please, a grandchild is different. Gone are the bonds of guilt and responsibility that burden the maternal relationship. The way to love is free.

Darling girl, blinded by foolish thoughts of love. How to tell her that the hearts of men were not so easily won. If won, rarely kept.

A way of looking at you that told you she was listening, that she understood all you were saying, and all you weren't.