Oh, he was just angry, we tell ourselves when someone blurts out something he later apologizes for. But a word, once spoken, lingers forever; to keep….

Boredom is that awful state of inaction when the very medicine - that is, activity - which could solve it, is seen as odious..

Kindness is stronger than iron bars..

The strong look for more strength, the weak for excuses..

It is almost impossible to describe happiness, because at the time it feels entirely natural, as if all the rest of your life has been the aberration….

The cure for a broken heart is simple, my lady. A hot bath and a good night's sleep..

Mary awoke from her nightmare with a pounding heart, convinced that she had only imagined Elizabeth's cruel plot. A full moon was shining into her ch….

Thus we use our supposed "knowledge" of others to speak on their behalf, and condemn them for their words we ourselves put in their silent mouths..

Boredom is that awful state of inaction when the very medicine ― that is, activity ― which could solve it, is seen as odious. Archery? It is too cold….

Perhaps life is like an hour glass, with dear ones the sand that slips from the upper glass--the earth--into the second--eternity..

To love someone is to catch your breath whenever he walks in the room..

Things do not happen, we must make them happen.

Hope is a straw hat hanging beside a window covered with frost..

I had a desire to see something besides my own shores, if only to be content to return to them someday. If I wish to live in my native land and love ….

One always imagines that the days that change one’s life must be marked with something extraordinary in nature—storms and lightning, darkness at noon….

The most wicked criminals have God on their lips at all times, for God is the only one who can stomach them..

Defeat I can endure with cheerfulness, my lady. But betrayal is like taking the wind from my sails, or the earth from beneath my feet. It chills my s….

Lying in bed, half-covered by the blankets, I would drowsily ask why he had come to my door that night long ago. It had become a ritual for us, as it….

Now I felt the long-forgotten urgency of lovemaking, when it seems one's human selves leave, to be replaced by hungry beasts bolting their food. Gone….

Yet we always envy others, comparing our shadows to their sunlit sides..

We are more than our bodies, it is true; but we cannot be divorced from them. They are us, and the only way in which we can see one another. Perhaps ….