Fear is the greatest prison. Hope is the greatest freedom.

Hope. It's like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It's a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it's...

Somewhere along the way we all go a bit mad. So burn, let go and dive into the horror, because maybe it's the chaos which helps us find where we belong.

When a man learns to love, he must bear the risk of hatred.

There's always a last time. If you could remember every last time, you'd never stop grieving.

It was too wet to see the sun go down, too grey to see the moon come up.

"Bad divorce?" Hardy asked, his gaze falling to my hands. I realized I was clutching my purse in a death grip. "No, the divorce was great," I said. "It was the marriage that sucked."

This larder of memories, of sex, of life, of family that we had built up, could always be called upon in the leaner times of our relationship... Everything we had built together over twenty years was...

Jessica felt like a heroine in a tragic, dramatic love story. She lifted her chin and turned away. It was all over.

Her affection for him was now the breath and life of Tess's being; it enveloped her as a photosphere, irradiated her into forgetfulness of her past sorrows, keeping back the gloomy spectres that would...

For a time you can be alone and doing fine and then you meet someone and suddenly you become lonely. It stabs at you, almost like a physical pain, and you feel both deprived and angry, deprived...

Medicine asked something extraordinary of nurses: to forge intimate connections with another person for hours, weeks, or months, to care thoroughly and holistically - and then to let that individual...

I believed I had won the world in an hour and that I still didn't know I could lose it in a minute.

This is working out pretty well, all things considered. My giddy side wants to giggle, but I choke it down. Later for the girlishness.

Why do you cry for someone else? Save your tears for your own time of mourning, when you are alone! When loneliness wants to break your heart and you have no one...

You're not dead, but you're not alive, either. You're a wintergirl, Lia - Lia, caught in between the worlds. You're a ghost with a beat

I cannot pretend I am without fear. But my predominant feeling is one of gratitude.

But I lived in that moment - my life became beautiful again for those few seconds when our hands grazed.

Although anxiety is part of life, never let it control you.