There is no answer. It's okay. But even if it wasn't okay, what am I supposed to do?
Happiness. It comes on unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really, any early morning talk about it.
I'm always learning something. Learning never ends.
She won't give him back his look.
Every great or even every very good writer makes the world over according to his own specifications.
there isn't enough of anything as long as we live. But at intervals a sweetness appears and, given a chance prevails.