Living too much in one's head can be dangerous.

So this was betrayal. It was like being left alone in the desert at dusk without water or warmth. It left your mouth dry and will broken. It sapped your tears and made you hollow.

Though her emotions had not deviated from a jittery frailty she knew that in her own room she could at least attempt sleep and that if she dreamed she might then finally be with Henry.

She felt so much aware of her own beauty it seemed inconceivable that everybody else wouldn't notice the difference too.

She had rarely been near Henry since then, and the sight of him now was like a concentrated dose.

The value of secrets is ever fluctuating although ladies who have been in society for a long time learn that a secret kept can be worth more than a secret told.

Diana knew it wouldn't be right, but then she told herself that things only looked wrong when there was someone to see you.

Instead, he sat in the parlor of his family's Fifth Avenue mansion, growing older by the minute just like everybody else.

Things only looked wrong when there was someone to see you.

They will stop calling brides beautiful after today—you have simply set the standard too high, ' he said.

It was disgraceful but also romantic enough to make Lina's heart turn.

Anyone who has physically incarnated on the Earth is energetically connected to the people they love, and to the Earth, indefinitely...

What better way to try to begin to understand the nature and meaning of human memory than to investigate its absence?

There are only two ways to live your life: as though nothing is a miracle, or as though everything is a miracle.

To be a dad: Make peace with the fact that you will now be your partner's second favourite person in the world.

Imitators are a slavish herd and fools in my opinion.

I'm a little young for retirement.

There were many dark moments when my faith in humanity was sorely tested.

God has, in fact, thought of us from eternity and has loved us as unique individuals. He has called every one of us by name, as the Good Shepherd 'calls His sheep by name.'

Unnoticed, the passage has occurred; as I brood, autumn dusk dewdrops fall on my pillow. The voices of insects and the deer by the fence, as one, disturb me to tears this autumn dusk.

I hate it when, after I let a white person know they've said something racist, I end up having to listen for hours to their life.