To heal would be to open the wound,examine it and forgive
Stop thinking like Alice in Wonderland, Celia told herself sternly. You’re a grown-up, it’s no use shutting your eyes, wishing things would happen
But an intelligent man like you would know that to live in an unrealistic hope is a very foolish way to spend a life.” – Lena Gray
The whole art of life is knowing the right time to say things.
I was the big, bossy older sister, full of enthusiasms, mad fantasies, desperate urges to be famous, and anxious to be a saint – a settled sort of saint, not one who might have to suffer or die for her faith.
I have been luckier than anyone I know or even heard of. I had a very happy childhood, a good education, I enjoyed working as a teacher, journalist and author. I have loved a wonderful man for over 33 years, and I believe he loves me, too.
I’ve had a good life, full of more success and happiness than I ever expected.
I thought it must be desperate to be old. To wake up in the morning and remember that you were ancient – and so behave that way. I thought old people were full of aches and pains and horrible illnesses.
If you woke up each morning, and immediately dwelt on your ills, what sort of a day could you look forward to?
I was lucky enough to be fairly quick at understanding what was taught, but unlucky enough not to be really interested in it, so I always got my exams but never had the scholar’s love of learning for its own sake.
I have been lucky enough to travel a lot, meet great people in many lands. I have liked almost everyone I met along the way.
My brother married young, and his is the best marriage I know.
I am a big, confident, happy woman who had a loving childhood, a pleasant career, and a wonderful marriage. I feel very lucky.
We are all the heroes and heroines of our own lives. Our love stories are amazingly romantic our losses and betrayals and disappointments are gigantic in our own minds.