Or - perhaps - I should just worry about my own behavior and let others be who they are.
Louise PennyThe leaves had fallen from the trees and lay crisp and crackling beneath his feet. Picking one up he marveled, not for the first time, at the perfection of nature where leaves were most beautiful at the very end of their lives.
Louise PennyI'm just like this. I have no talent for choosing my battles. Life seems, strangely, like a battle to me. The whole thing.
Louise Penny