We read in bed because reading is halfway between life and dreaming. - Anna Quindlen

For the young the days go fast and the years go slow; for the old the days go slow and the years go fast.

She had filled her days mourning that shadow life, and it had no more meaning than the chattering of monkeys. Instead, these last few weeks, she had seen what might have been had she not felt perpetually done out of something better.

It's so much easier, to learn to love what you have instead of yearning always for what you're missing, or what you imagine you're missing. It's so much more peaceful.