It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't it?
You may tire of reality but you never tire of dreams.
Night is beautiful when you are happy--comforting when you are in grief--terrible when you are lonely and unhappy.
She looked like a head-on collision between a fashion plate and a nightmare.
Wouldn't it be nice if roses could talk? I'm sure they could tell us such lovely things.
If a kiss could be seen I think it would look like a violet.