Gossip is just a tool to distract people who have nothing better to do from feeling
jealous of those few of us still remaining with noble hearts.
He was a mystery to her, and every time she tried to solve him it caused her a little more pain. But when she tired to give him up he pursued her in her thoughts, stronger each time.
The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color -- oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples...
There was no pleasure like being envied on a mass scale.
So this was betrayal. It was like being left alone in the desert at dusk without water or warmth. It left your mouth dry and will broken. It sapped your tears and made you hollow.
I've always believed in savoring the moments. In the end, they are the only things we'll have.
As she always did on any really important day, Penelope Hayes wore red.