So I learned two things that night, and the next day, from him: the perfection of a moment, and the fleeting nature of it..

When he comes into a room, you give a little gasp, deep inside, far inside,' someone once said when trying to describe what it meant to love..

It is only when our fate hangs in the balance, when our very life depends on something, that we see whether or not we trust that the rope to which we….

I was ever the realist, sometimes to my sorrow. But seldom to my regret..

We are always tortured by our memory of the last time we were with anyone, what we said, what we did not say..

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 ….

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….

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

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….

Things do not happen, we must make them happen.

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

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….

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….

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

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

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….

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 ….

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….

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….

Kindness is stronger than iron bars..