Surely you’ve been sent from the heavens to teach us mortals what beauty is.
If. A two-letter word for futility.
I will survive, Tracy thought. I face mine enemies naked, and my courage is my shield.
I'm sure that whatever changed is only temporary. It will change again.
Coleridge wrote, "Dreams are no shadows, but the very substances and calamities of my life.
When people tell me I've kept them up all night, I feel like I've succeeded.