Promises are lies wrapped in pretty ribbons -Cinnamon

At the end of the rainbow waited the pot of gold. But rainbows were made of faint and fragile gossamer-and gold weighed a ton-and since the world began, gold was the reason to do most anything.

I saw myself dancing alone, always alone.

Love, how often that word came up in books over and over again. If you had wealth and health, and beauty and talent...you had nothing if you didn't have love. Love changed all that was ordinary into something giddy, powerful, drunken, enchanted.

I am a pretty, useless ornament who always believed she'd have a man to take care of her.

Unless i'm reading an assignment or doing a paper or taking a test, i'm thinking about you.

Mine are the deep-seated fears established when we are children, and they never quite go away: the fear of being helpless, the fear of being trapped, the fear of being out of control.