I've loved someone since I was seventeen but I can't have him and I can't give him up. So until I can do that no one else will stand a chance.

The shell must be broken before the bird can fly.

Bah! Suffragettes. I've no time for suffragettes. They made the biggest mistake in history. They went for equality. They should have gone for power!

Love doesn't adhere to time and boundaries does it? It just is.

That's the trouble, I can't forget him. He was everything to me, except mine.

Faith is a private matter, usually held deep within a person, quiet, impossible to recognise or understand, if you have no faith yourself

Their devotion showed me there were no versions of love there was only... Love. That it had no equal and that it was worth searching for, even if that search took a lifetime.

I am forced to the conclusion that modern medicine does not know it all.

Quite honestly, a baby covered in blood, still slightly blue, eyes screwed up, in the first few minutes after birth, is not an object of beauty.

Sister Monica Joan murmured, as though to herself, but loud enough to be heard by all, "How perfectly charming. Old enough to know it all, and young enough to blush. Perfectly charming.

Perhaps, in a few people, I have seen what can be described as a struggle with death, and it can be distressing to behold. But for the vast majority of people death is gentle, tender.

He who writes to his beloved every day is not a lover, but a writer.

Women invented misery, but we don't understand it.

I cannot read my own words, Lest I shed a tear, For all the aching memories, That I hold so very dear.

Life is paradise, and we are all in paradise, but we refuse to see it.

It is easier going out of the way when we are in, than going in when we are out.

But the fact is that I wouldn't have won even a single Tour de France without the lesson of illness. What it teaches is this: pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever.

I won't change my legs. because I'm contented with my long-legged.

Romance and poetry, ivy, lichens and wallflowers need ruin to make them grow.

Whenever the speech is corrupted so is the mind.

prayer is nothing more than thought. It is a yearning of the heart.