Maybe all young men who love us become knights in shining armor when we love them back.

That is what love is I thought. A possibility that becomes a choice. A choice you keep making over and over. Day after day. Year after year. Time after time.

Yet even the brightest of sunrises must come to an end.

Little princess, lovely as the dawn, well named Aurore.

I had to cease to mourn what could never be and make the most of what was possible. And I would begin doing that by trying to mend the hurts of the past.

Remember that yours is not the only heart that may be wishing for love.

There is a tale...It tells of the days when a blight hung over our land. Nothing prospered. Nothing flourished. Not even zucchini would grow.

...to be unkind because you are thoughtless is the worst kind of blindness.

All of us show many faces to the world. No one shows her true face all of the time. To do that would be dangerous, for what is seen can also be known.

For surely a king is first a man. And so it must follow that a king does as all men do: the best he can.

Really believing in "once upon a time". Believing that it will draw you in, take you with me to a place you've never been before.

History tended to repeat itself. Why should her past be any different?

It was Chase who had obtained the information from the girl’s boyfriend during a party in an Irish pub, simply by using his British friendliness and charm.

I wanted to see the bullet coming, wanted to know the exact moment of my death.

Successful journals break the deadlock of introspective obsession

The complacency of Christians is the scandal of Christianity.

I guess I would ideally want to be 20 physically, but 40 mentally.

I use very little red. I use blue, yellow, a little green, but especially... black, white and grey. There is a certain need in me for communication with human beings. Black and white is writing.

We must develop a better sense of responsibilty towards our total environment

Apathy is the slow poison coursing through the body politic that paves the way to tyranny.

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