It wasn't as if she was terrified of heights, she simply preferred to be closer to solid ground, where words like plummet and plunge did not linger in her mind.

There are three needs of the griever: To find the words for the loss, to say the words aloud and to know that the words have been heard.

Adventure, like beauty, is very much in the eye of the beholder.

Silly of me not to have realized it. One often finds Greek temples lurking in the woods of English estates. Sneaky things, temples.

When a man finds the one woman who is right, it scarcely matters what else is wrong.

Suicide is unspeakable, and to speak it is somehow to bring it into a human, imaginable sphere, even if only in the moment of speaking. The need to tell is both a need to tell oneself and a need to be heard.... Telling and being heard are the first steps toward reconnection.

As I have yet to meet a gentleman I wished to spend the rest of my days with, I would say the failure was on their part rather than mine.