To charm, to strengthen, and to teach: these are the three great chords of might.
For a woman who lived in the dark it was enough if she had a faint, white face -a full body was unnecessary.
The heart of mine is only one, it cannot be known by anybody but myself.
Find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and dark which that thing provides.
The older we get the more we seem to think that everything was better in the past.
And isn't it better really to leave things only hinted at?
Yet for better or worse we love things that bear the marks of grime, soot, and weather, and we love the colors and the sheen that call to mind the past that made them.
Will sat where he was, gazing at the silver bowl in front of him; a white rose was floating in it, and he seemed prepared to stare at it until it went under. In the Kitchen Bridget was still singing one of her awful sad songs; the lyrics drifted in through the door: "Twas on an evening fair I went to take the air, I heard a maid making her moan; Said, 'Saw ye my father? Or ye my mother? Or saw ye my brother John? Or saw ye the lad that I love best, And his name it is Sweet William?" I may murder her, Tessa thought. Let her make a song about that.
I had to watch the Republican stuff which makes me feel even older than I am. By the time I get through the Democrats, I may be dead. I don't know how much older I can get.
Why fit in when you're born to stand out?
No one can be everything you want them to be.