A flower blooms best in a happy pot.

you've got to learn something from every defeat in life or life will defeat you.

I don't think she's ever coming back.

Only someone who had cried a great deal understands why someone else wants to stop the tears.

Dreams, I thought. They're the riches of a poor person, stashed in treasure chests buried deeply in the imagination. But are dreams enough?

It is so appropriate to color hope yellow, like the sun we seldom saw. And as I begin to copy from the old memorandum journals that I kept for so long, a title comes as if inspired. 'Open the Window and Stand in the Sunshine.' Yet, I hesitate to name our story that. For I think of us more as flowers in the attic.

Little rabbits have big ears.