You don't tell the quality of a master by the size of his crowds.
You're never given a dream without the power to make it true.
The space for what you want is already filled with what you settled for instead.
He was not bone and feather but a perfect idea of freedom and flight, limited by nothing at all
The simplest things are often the truest.
She didn't mean to be sexy that moment, but even a winter nightgown couldn't hide that lovely outline. When will I outgrow my simple-minded fascination with the form she had happened to choose for her body? Never, I thought