Poetess & Writer

“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”

“Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.”

“To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you're frightened out of your wits, can’t sit still, move, or even go decently insane.”

“All of humanity's problems stem from man's inability to sit quietly in a room alone.”

“So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.”

“There are two types of people in the world: those who prefer to be sad among others, and those who prefer to be sad alone.”

“I must learn to be content with being happier than I deserve.”

“I always deserve the best treatment because I never put up with any other.”

“So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.”

“I have learned now that while those who speak about one's miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.”

“But for my own part, if a book is well written, I always find it too short.”

“The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.”

“I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of any thing than of a book! -- When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.”