…determined to enjoy her luxury of grief uncomforted.
It only seems as if you are doing something when you're worrying.
I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.
Truth exists, only lies have to be invented.
When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.
I'm really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.