Nothing creates such untruth in you as the wish to please.

At first, there is something you expect of life. Later, there is what life expects of you. By the time you realize these are the same, it can be too late for expectations. What we are being, not what we are to be. They are the same thing.

The tragedy is not that love doesn't last. The tragedy is the love that lasts.

There is balance in life, but not fairness.

Perhaps if we lived with less physical beauty we would develop our true natures more.

The sweetness that all longed for night and day. Some tragedy might be idly guessed at-loss or illness. She had the luminosity of those about to die.

When you realize someone is trying to hurt you, it hurts less." "Unless you love them.