Death, taxes and childbirth! There's never any convenient time for any of them.
The whole world can't lick us but we can lick ourselves by longing too hard for things we haven't got any more - and by remembering too much.
To hear them talk one would have thought they had no legs, natural functions or knowledge of the wicked world.
I'll think of it tomorrow, at Tara. I can stand it then. Tomorrow, I'll think of some way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is another day.
Her burdens were her own and burdens were for shoulders strong enough to bear them.
I wonder if anyone but me realizes what goes on in that head back of your deceptively sweet face.