The Classics Tell Us That,

I Didn't Know You Would Be Here Last Night, But You Were. We Can't Fight Fate. Instead, We Must Accept That Fate Has Given Us A Special Opportunity.

While She Is Lovely, We Need To Remember That Her Face Is Not What Distinguishes Her. Her Beauty Is A Reflection Of The Virtue And Talent She Keeps Inside.

You May Be Desperate, But Never Let Anyone See You As Anything Less Than A Cultivated Woman.

You Can't Fight Your Fate...it Is Predestined.

My Love For Him Had Never Gone Away But Only Changed, Growing Deeper Like Wine Fermenting Or Pickles Curing. It Bore Into Me With The Pervasiveness Of Water Working Its Way To The Center Of A Mountain.