Here is my recipe for a mood enhancer. Take a friend, preferably one with a really annoying fringe and outsize pants, and when she is rambling on swiftly, push her into a ditch and run away.

He who laughs last laughs the laughiest.

This soft grass suggests 'softness' to me, but also at the same time 'lying-down-ness'.

I can already feel myself getting fed up with boys and I haven't had anything to do with them yet" - Georgia Nicolson

Your soul shines through even if you haven't got mascara on

I couldn't believe it. It was unbelievable, that's why. My face was like a frozen fish finger. All rigid and pale. (But obviously not with breadcrumbs on it.)

I will not have him in my brain;there is no room for anyone else in the cakeshop of agony. it's crowded enough in there already.