Last Christmas in Paris

I know the midst of war is far from the ideal place to fall in love, but true love does not care for time nor place. It will strike whenever and wherever it is supposed to, however improbable it might seem.

I find myself wondering if real, honest love can flourish in times of war, or if we are all just grasping desperately to the slightest suggestion of it, like drowning men clinging to life.

Sometimes, I feel I could be blown away on the breeze like a dandelion seed if I don't grasp hold of something solid and permanent and unchanging. No wonder we all flock to church every Sunday. There is a comfort in such permanence as that offered by the centuries-old walls and a vicar who is nearly as old.

Time, you see, can be measured in means other than the ticking of the clock.

Journalism isn’t about sugarcoating everything to make it more palatable.

keep faith in yourself. You command your own destiny. Not the enemy. Only you.

I hope Christmas was bearable over there. How long we anticipate it and how quickly it passes.

I'd ask for your autograph, but I already had the pleasure of seeing it on every letter.

Life does not go on when our loved ones leave us. Life departs in all ways. The life we have known, the life we have anticipated, the life we hoped for—all of it disappears in an instant when the dreaded telegram arrives. “I regret to inform you . . .” Were any words ever more painful?

It is in the simplest things we find the greatest treasures sometimes,

Explanations are so much easier when one has time to construct them properly.

You make the world a better place by being in it.

Procrastination is a terrible companion.

We women are not as sheltered from the world as we once were. War is opening the world up for us. What sad irony is that?

Dragul meu, tocmai a nins un pic. M-am așezat în fața ferestrei și am privit fulgii rostogolindu-se din cer. Am deschis fereastra și i-am lăsat să cadă peste hârtia de scris. Fulgii - și inima mea - sunt darul meu de Crăciun pentru tine.

Noi doi ne-am îndrăgostit prin intermediul cuvintelor, nu-i așa? În cele mai cumplite și mai întunecate vremuri, am găsit împreună cel mai luminos, cel mai frumos lucru dintre toate. Am găsit iubirea. Ne-am găsit unul pe celălalt, și pentru asta voi fi veșnic recunoscătoare.

Everything seems worse in the winter.

An early morning fog lingers on the Seine

These were her favourite times: just after sunrise and just before sunset. The bookends of the day

The wind carried their names away over the meadows. I hope they soar on the breeze for all eternity. Gone

They return to us as husbands

It stars a pair of birds

One must always have adventure in life, or the promise of it, at least.

Financial gain is one thing. To tell the truth is a far nobler prospect.

...I feel like an unworn dress, hanging limply in the closet, without purpose or shape or form.

...what better time to look ahead than on the first day of a new year. A whole unblemished twelve months stretching out before us like a blank ream of writing paper waiting to be filled.

Being a good Parfumeur is to be a keeper of memories..every scent will remind you of something or someone...