“ When you're sad, my Little Star, go out of doors. It's always better underneath the open sky. ”
They were steaming out of the station before Maia asked, 'Was it books in the trunk?''It was books, admitted Miss Minton.And Maia said, 'Good.
~ Eva Ibbotson
She was so intelligent that she could think herself into beauty. Intelligence...they don't talk about it much, the poets, but when a woman is intelligent and passionate and good...
There are those who dance the notes, and those who dance the music.
There are those who dance the notes and those who dance the music.
