Preserve your memories, keep them well, what you forget you can never retell.

Because they are mean is no reason why I should be. I hate such things, and though I think I've a right to be hurt, I don't intend to show it. (Amy March)

Self-pity in its early stages is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.

Some stories are so familiar its like going home.

I will make a battering-ram of my head and make my way through this rough and tumble world.

I don't worry about the storms, I am learning to sail my own ship.

A little kingdom I possess, where thoughts and feelings dwell; And very hard the task I find of governing it well.