“Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness.”

I want friends, not admirers. People who respect me for my character and my deeds, not my flattering smile.

I love the time I spend with you. You make my living worth-while. Why dint I meet you before. I wish I could start my life From the beginning with you because the time I spend with you is never enough. I need you more everyday.

If I read a book that impresses me, I have to take myself firmly by the hand, before I mix with other people; otherwise they would think my mind rather queer.

Those who have courage and faith shall never perish in misery.

I love you, with a love so great that it simply couldn’t keep growing inside my heart, but had to leap out and reveal itself in all its magnitude.

Whoever is happy will make others happy.

I don’t want to have lived in vain like most people. I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I’ve never met. I want to go on living even after my death!

Don’t be too assuming, it doesn’t get you anywhere.

Misfortunes never come singly.

Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.

I don’t think of all the misery, but of the beauty that still remains.

People can tell you to keep your mouth shut, but that doesn’t stop you from having your own opinion.

I feel more of a person than a child, I feel quite indepedent of anyone.

People can so easily be tempted by slackness and by money.

I know what I want, I have a goal, an opinion, I have a religion and love. Let me be myself and then I am satisfied. I know that I’m a woman, a woman with inward strength and plenty of courage.

Ordinary people simply don’t know what books mean to us, shut up here. Reading, learning, and the radio are our amusements.

I asked a girl who came from America to England, when I was only English, and she admitted she had been to a drama school. And I said, “What did they teach you?” And she said, “They taught me to be a candle burning in an empty room.”

Youth must be wanton, youth must be quick, Dance to the candle while lasteth the wick.

Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.

All the darkness of the night is no match for a single candle that refuses to die out.

Before she knew it was candles, did she think she’d done it herself? With the amazing turns of her hips.

I have candles going, and small objects that remind me of what I am working on, or bring me into the world of the character.

She was the kind of person who would rather light a candle than curse the darkness.

Grief does not expire like a candle or the beacon on a lighthouse. It simply changes temperature. It becomes a kind of personal weather system.