Burdens are for shoulders strong enough to carry them.

She could not ignore life. She had to live it and it was too brutal, too hostile, for her even to try to gloss over its harshness with a smile

I'll think of it tomorrow, at Tara. I can stand it then. Tomorrow, I'll think of some way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is another day.

Somehow the bright beauty had gone from April afternoon and from her heart as well and the sad sweetness of remembering was as bitter as gall.

Every problem has two handles. You can grab it by the handle of fear or the handle of hope.

If I said I was madly in love with you, I'd be lying and what's more, you'd know it.

In a weak moment, I have written a book.