“Be comforted, dear soul! There is always light behind the clouds.”

We all have our own life to pursue, our own kind of dream to be weaving, and we all have the power to make wishes come true, as long as we keep believing.

I don’t worry about the storms, I am learning to sail my own ship.

Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.

I don’t pretend to be wise, but I am observing, and I see a great deal more than you’d imagine. I’m interested in other people’s experiences and inconsistencies, and, though I can’t explain, I remember and use them for my own benefit.

A faithful friend is a strong defense; And he that hath found him hath found a treasure.

Life and love are very precious when both are in full bloom.

A holiday isn’t a holiday, without plenty of freedom and fun.

People want to be amused, not preached at, you know. Morals don’t sell nowadays.

Stay is a charming word in a friend’s vocabulary.

Jo had learned that hearts, like flowers, cannot be rudely handled, but must open naturally.

It’s lovely to see people so happy.

The duty we owe ourselves is greater than that we owe others.

It takes three or four women to get each man into, through, and out of the world.

Let my name stand among those who are willing to bear ridicule and reproach for the truth’s sake, and so earn some right to rejoice when the victory is won.

I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship.

Money is the root of all evil, and yet it is such a useful root that we cannot get on without it any more than we can without potatoes.

There are people in every time and every land who want to stop history in its tracks. They fear the future, mistrust the present, and invoke the security of the comfortable past which, in fact, never existed.

I feel much more comfortable either up in a tree, or underwater. That’s where I feel the most zen.

Definitely for me and my sister, wherever we are the most comfortable is where the best music’s going to be made.

It’s a little uncomfortable doing love scenes in armor, but, you know, when the heat’s on, the heat’s on.

I don’t dream – only if I’m uncomfortable or I’m going through something.

The best trip I ever took was the one outside of my comfort zone.

And again I’m in your arms. Searching your skin for some small comfort. Your touch, this time, is love’s purest tender. Your hold, for now, is a fortress I feel safe in. Maybe, once more, I can call your body home.

Time might only tell if this will be comfort or a curse.