She had hope in her heart but after a while, with each step forward, hope stepped back. And for the first time in months, the first time ever, she began to weep, and as she did she knew that with the retreat of hope her heart had finally caught up with her head. And as each tear spilled over she let them go, she was letting go.

Just following orders' is no excuse unless you're in the bedroom.

And then, suddenly, an extraordinary question rose in my mind, whether this stupendous globe of green fire might not be the vast Central Sun—the great sun, round which our universe and countless others revolve. I felt confused. I thought of the probable end of the dead sun, and another suggestion came, dumbly—Do the dead stars make the Green Sun their grave? The idea appealed to me with no sense of grotesqueness; but rather as something both possible and probable.

Lovers are easy to find and easy to forget but finding an authentic connection is exceptional and limited. It rarely happens, which is why there are so many unhappy people out there.

Just as evil communication and company corrupts good manners, good communication and company can correct bad manners

I am sick of old ghosts and I just want to feel safe again without the haunts of old vulnerabilities.

In our lives are special moments that live as their own, the rest is movement with the passage of time.

Fortuitous, unexpected beauty is the best beauty because it is unique, and what is unique is remembered.

When you stand next to beauty and know you’re not, you either feel inferior or you’re thankful for the ones who saw you and loved you anyway.

Straightforwardness intimidates people. They prefer the veneer, despite what they claim.