Nothing is permanently perfect. But there are perfect moments and the will to choose what will bring about more perfect moments.

Nothing is permanently perfect. But there are perfect moments and the will to choose what will bring about more perfect moments.

Why did people assume that the beautiful among them needed nothing but their beauty to bring them happiness? That behind the beauty there was nothing but an empty shell, insensitive shell?

If you have always suspected your sister of an inclination to madness, it will be my pleasure to confirm your worst fears.

He gazed up at the blue sky and knew that heaven—at least in this life—was neither a time nor a place to be grasped and made into a possession. It came in fleeting moments and then went away again to leave one nostalgic and yearning and on the verge of tears. Very much on the verge of tears. And very frightened.

There is no happily-ever-after to run to. We have to work for happiness.

But only a person in the depths of despair neglected to look beyond winter to the spring that inevitably followed, bringing back color and life and hope.