Whenever I have a problem, I sing.
Then.... I realize
my voice is a lot worse than my problem

If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.

We’re in such a hurry most of the time we never get much chance to talk. The result is a kind of endless day-to-day shallowness, a monotony that leaves a person wondering years later where all the time went and sorry that it’s all gone.

Elizabeth, if you want to be kissed, all you have to do is put your lips on mine.

Written By Judith McNaught

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