He didn't slam the door, didn't rage, didn't weep, he simply left.

Sometimes love means letting go when you want to hold on tighter.

Happiness is a choice.

He tipped her head up. "Don't give up. Don't leave me before you're even here.

you are my life now. this"_he waved a hand dismissively around him at the club-"the fey, everything, it all falls into place once you accept me" -kennan

Chase away sorrow by living

He looked good, like sin in a suit.

We are what we are, neither a good or as bad as others paint us. And what we are doesn't change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.

Choose to be happy. It is what we have all done.

I'd stop anyone from taking that smile from you. I would, if I were allowed.

Mortals are such fragile things. Just tender feelings walking around exposed in their delicate shells...Easy to crush.

A young bride can put on makeup at 6 in the morning and look fabulous at midnight. I have about a 15-minute window where I actually look good, and then I have to wash my face and start over.

Titles are too "thin" for the nineteenth century.

We must be the compassion we wish to see in others!

I think to be a good songwriter, you have to be able to play an instrument.

The function of (heroic) symbols is to give you a sense of Aha! Yes, I know what it is, it's myself.

While the creative works from the 16th century can still be accessed and used by others, the data in some software programs from the 1990s is already inaccessible.

If you think of something, do it. Plenty of people often think, “I’d like to do this, or that.

My child, everything in life is holy.

Plain fresh bread, its crust shatteringly crisp. Sweet cold butter. There is magic in the way they come together in your mouth to make a single perfect bite.

Friends are often chosen for similitude of manners, and therefore each palliates the other's failings because they are his own.