The mind is an enchanting thing is an enchanted thing, like the glaze on a katydid-wing subdivided by sun till the nettings are legion.
I want to be brave, and selfless, and smart, and kind, and honest.
If I let a little of the emotion out, all of it will come out, and it will never end.
To me, when someone wrongs you, you both share the burden of that wrongdoing—the pain of it weighs on both of you. Forgiveness, then, means choosing to bear the full weight all by yourself.
Resisting is worth doing.
I know that change is difficult, and comes slowly, and that it is the work of many days strung together in a long line until the origin of them is forgotten.
My mother told me once that we can't survive alone, but even if we could, we wouldn't want to. Without a faction we have no purpose and no reason to live.
I know what kind of people would have the hottest corner in my conception of hell. It would be those who have helped to give goodness a bad name.
It took me ages to grow into being a woman, into being happy with it.
There is no class of people so hard to manage in a state, as those whose intentions are honest, but whose consciences are bewitched.
Usually speaking, the worst-bred person in company is a young traveller just returned from abroad.