Nature felt no change, and was ever young.

A wise parent humors the desire for independent action, so as to become the friend and advisor when his absolute rule shall cease.

But the future must be met, however stern and iron it be.

Margaret was not a ready lover, but where she loved she loved passionately, and with no small degree of jealousy.

And so she shuddered away from the threat of his enduring love. What did he mean? Had she not the power to daunt him? She would see. It was more daring than became a man to threaten her.

What other people may think of the rightness or wrongness is nothing in comparison to my own deep knowledge, my innate conviction that it was wrong.

I wanted to see the place where Margaret grew to what she is, even at the worst time of all, when I had no hope of ever calling her mine.

No one loves me, - no one cares for me, but you, mother.

Mr. Thorton love Margaret! Why, Margraret would never think of him, I'm sure! Such a thing has never entered her head." "Entering her heart would do.

She freshens me up above a bit. Who'd ha thought that face - as bright and as strong as the angel I dream of - could have known the sorrow she speaks on? I wonder how she'll sin. All on us must sing.

I dare say there's many a woman makes as sad a mistake as I have done, and only finds it out too late.

Fear grows in the darkness of the mind. It vanishes with the light of knowledge like the morning mist.

When I think of my dad as a little boy I tend to think of him in black and white.

Anger is one of those emotions that doesn't follow the letter of the law. It speaks before it thinks. It rears up on its hind legs and charges.

We must treat others as if they matter, as if they are worthy of care and attention.

You should impact the greatest amount of people that you can in your life.

Middle age is when you get in the car and immediately change the radio station.

Be a fountain, not a drain.

A writer doesn't really have much of a function on a movie set.

I don't want people to know anything about me, because that's not important. I'm more interested in the me that takes shape through the characters.

Somewhere beyond the curtain Of distorting days Lives that lonely thing That shone before these eyes Targeted, trod like Spring.