"What should I do—how should I act now, this very day . . . What she would resolve to do that day did not yet seem quite clear, but something that she could achieve stirred her as with an approaching murmur which would soon gather distinctness."
"It is never too late to be what you might have been."
"I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved."
"What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?"
"There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope."
"But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope."