Forgive me, " I wrote at the bottom. "I did not think I would break.

There is no loss, if you cannot remember what you have lost.

[We] need people who are kind by instinct, not by effort. But that is what we lack in this time. For progress, we have eaten our souls up, and nothing matters anymore.

Is there innocence in ignorance? And if there is, do we tolerate other for their innocence's sake?

Time, it transpires, is not so good at telling after all.

To regret your soul is to regret your past.

For a second, my hand touched yours, but that second is gone, and cannot be seen, heard or felt ever again. This second is gone, too, the moment in which I spoke by your side. It is dead. Let it die.

Forgiveness is not about forgetting. It is about letting go of another person's throat.

It is these empty spaces you have to watch out for, as they flood up with feeling before you even realize what's happened.

I'm not concerned with your liking or disliking me. All I ask is that you respect me as a human being.

Be still sad heart and cease repining Behind the clouds is the sun still shining Thy fate is the common fate of all Into each life some rain must fall Some days must be dark and dreary.

If I can't take Jesus Christ with me, I don't want to go.

The greatest blessing in the whole world is being a blessing.

All heiresses are beautiful.

Nobody's bought this land. And no one's going to want it either. It's dying land, lonely land." "Like me, then," I said. "Yes, like you." You chewed the corner of your lip. "You both need saving.

I've been very ill. You just have to trust the Lord.

And I would like current or future politicians to make sure every avenue of diplomacy, and what you have, are exhausted before sending young men and women off to death and serious injury.