Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.
The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.
A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?
Sometimes our light goes out but is blown into flame by another human being. Each of us owes deepest thanks to those who have rekindled this light.
I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
Sometimes the strength of motherhood is greater than natural laws.
Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.
The torment of precautions often exceeds the dangers to be avoided. It is sometimes better to abandon one's self to destiny.
Sometimes it takes years to really grasp what has happened to your life.
It is better to suffer wrong than to do it, and happier to be sometimes cheated than not to trust.
It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.
Sometimes I can't figure designers out. It's as if they flunked human anatomy.
Our problems sometimes show the degree of our relationship with God.
Symbols can be so beautiful, sometimes.
There is no rule on how to write. Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly; sometimes it's like drilling rock and then blasting it out with charges.
Love is like dried flowers sometimes. Even though you watch the petals shrink and change colour, you cannot help treasuring them
Sometimes success is the source of your happiness, but sometimes happiness can be the source of your success.
[Introverts] are also more flexible in a sense, in that sometimes they must do what extraverts do all the time, meet strangers and go to parties. But some extraverted people can avoid being introverted, turning inward, for years at a time.
My work is really abject and self-effacing sometimes. I mean, it's big and overwrought, but it's just paper dolls, and it's kind of silly.
Sometimes a mother finds in her midst a handicapped child, one child who is abnormal mentally or physically. Then, a whole new set of baffling difficulties presents themselves, and then fervently she prays and how diligently she searches every avenue to find an answer to that child's problems.