Dieting fooled you into thinking you could control your life.
Real love, after all, was worth the price you paid, however briefly it might last.
When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.
Some things, when they change, never do return to the way they once were. Butterflies for instance, and women who've been in love with the wrong man too often.
I wrote to find beauty and purpose, to know that love is possible and lasting and real. . . . Once I got to my desk, once I started writing, I still believed anything was possible.
There are some things, after all, that Sally Owens knows for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can.
I have crossed over to a place where I never thought I’d be. I am someone I would have never imagined. A secret. A dream. I am this, body and soul. Burn me. Drown me. Tell me lies. I will still be who I am.
No more was seen the human form divine.
A poor white woman from the South is different than a poor black woman from the South, and has a completely different experience.
Thank you, Hollywood, for allowing me to be part of your group.
I'm kind of jealous of the life I'm supposedly leading.