Jennifer

“I don’t know why Eleanor had to die in such a manner,” Sophia said. “It wasn’t her fault, and it certainly wasn’t yours. It was beyond your control. Until you stop holding yourself responsible for what happened to her, you will continue to be haunted by the past. And in punishing yourself, you will punish me as well.” “No,” he breathed, clumsily stroking her hair, her neck, her back. “Your guilt does her no honor.” Sophia drew back to stare into his contorted face. “Eleanor would have hated to know that you were worse off for having loved her.” “I’m not!” “Then prove it,” she challenged, her own eyes misting with emotion. “Live as she would have wanted, and don’t blame yourself any longer.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Lady Sophia's Lover

“Love, real love, the kind that you fall in, isn’t like Corinthians. The “suffereth long” and “is kind” nonsense. It’s like the Song of Solomon. It’s jealousy and fire and floods. It’s everything that consumes.”
― Julie Anne Long, A Notorious Countess Confesses

“I hope you do not let anyone else's expectations direct the course of your life.”
― Julianne Donaldson, Edenbrooke

“This misery of a gig called life is just a dream from which we all eventually awaken, he said. Nobody gets left behind. Even the most horrible dreams end.”
― Jeremy Massey, The Last Four Days of Paddy Buckley