Most people do not see the world as it is. They see it as they are
If love was a choice, who would ever choose such exquisite pain?
That roads are for journeys, ma'am, not destinations
She sat still, trying to hush her secret heart.
When a woman who has much to say says nothing, her silence can be deafening.
To give an answer in advance of a question was futile, and to propound a question in order to supply the answer was also futile. There were difficulties that could best be met by unawareness of their existence.