We adapt to our sorrows, I suppose, as unpleasant as they might be. One cannot weep forever. One simply runs dry of tears.

To survive one tragedy was to learn you cannot survive them all, and this knowledge was both a freedom and a great loss.

After all, the girl actually had faith in something, which was more than most people had in these dark times. It was wrong to destroy it.

A story is a wondrous invention.

One's child is always one's child no matter what age they might be. You worry when your child makes a noise, when he doesn't. It's a terrible kind of love. Terrible.

False assurances were certainly more harmful than none at all.

It was easy to imagine the beginning of time here, but also, perhaps, its end.

Spring is the only season that flutters in on gentle wings and builds nests in our hearts.

For the colonel's lady an' Judy O'Grady Are sisters under their skins.

A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no aw no pity it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.

Don't worry; don't be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.

And she never could remember; and ever since that day what Lucy means by a good story is a story which reminds her of the forgotten story in the Magician's Book.

In a statement to the Associated Press earlier in the year, Jamie Lynn said she didn’t have a boyfriend. She said, ‘I’m keeping my options open.’ And by options, she meant legs.

Yes,' Spade growled. 'And when you're slapped you'll take it and like it.' He released Cairo's wrist and with a thick open hand struck the side of his face three times savagely.

He who has regrets cannot look at himself in the mirror.

Not only them...you've also had Young Hudson mouths to fill You could have had a thriving business But you forgot to present the bill

Here is a thing which the more you fear and avoid it the nearer you approach to it, and this is misery; the more you flee from it the more miserable and restless you will become.