Haven't we all, as time continues, found that we must be kind to ourselves and listen to our thoughts, because fewer and fewer of those remain who know what is most real to us?
Inadequate love is love. Unrequited love is love.
If I could change a single thing about my life,' she said gently, 'I would not have been so unhappy when I was young.
The people who matter the most to us in the end, who teach us the most, are the people who make their worst mistakes with us.