Only someone who had experienced such bitter despair would be able to recognize it in another.

You're surrounded by it wherever you go, you walk through it, breathe it...it's in your lungs and under your tongue and between your fingers and toes.

The next time you face a room full of strangers . . . you might tell yourself that some of them are just friends waiting to be found.

Be careful dear that you don’t end up as the queen of a lonely kingdom

It was finally becoming clear to her that love wasn't about finding someone perfect to marry. Love was about seeing through to the truth of a person, and accepting all their shades of light and dark. Love was an ability.

I've always thought it was about finding the right person. But it's about choosing the right person, isn't it?

I was a new person in the same world, which was a lot more difficult than being the same person in a new world.