I want to be like water. I want to slip through fingers, but hold up a ship.
Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of doors, played by someone I do not know.
― John Keats
otI wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness. And yet I take a kind of pleasure in indulging them
I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish.
Like all dreamers I confuse disenchantment with truth.
The road to happiness does not end with a ring on your finger. Glass slippers are tucked within the hearts of strong and amazing women who have romanced themselves with adventures of hope and assurance. I believe that where there is hope, there is love. For the brokenhearted, there is healing. For the lonely, there is comfort. For the weary, there is rest. For the anguished, there is peace.