There is also something deeply lovely about uncertainty: the possibility of optimism.

And while some healing does happen, it isn't a healing of redemption or epiphany. It's more like the slow absorption of a bruise.

The word "miss" is so wistful. As is the word "wistful," for that matter. They both have sighs embedded in them, that "iss" sound. Which also sounds like if.

A love story - your own, or anyone else's - is interior, hidden. It can never be accurately reported, only imagined. It is all dreams and invention. It's guesswork.

But who is ever able to apply to her own current love affair a word like "similar"?

Day and NightThe night is long: do not shorten it by sleep. The day is fair: do not darken it with wrongdoing.

It's too easy to criticize a man when he's out of favour, and to make him shoulder the blame for everybody else's mistakes.

We never understand how little we need in this world until we know the loss of it.

If I had only known, I would have been a locksmith.

Most people cant' deal with reality, but indulge heavily in fantasy and fear.

Oh confound that gray-and-scarlet suit!" Sophie said. "I refuse to believe that I was the one that got caught with it!

If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy I could've won.

It is not wise to give something old and powerful something they care about. And I am very old.

Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses.

He smiles a lot. But I think there might be worms inside him making him smile.