Someone to Wed

But miracles did not always come in a single flash of time. Sometimes they came with every step forward one took when every instinct urged two steps back. Sometimes they came with the simple courage to say no longer, no more.

No courage is needed if there is no fear, after all,

And the world was a wonderful place, and happiness was a real thing even if welled up only occasionally into conscious moments of joy like this one.

Life was a continuous series of tests, all or some or none of which one might pass or fail and learn from or not.

When we refuse to learn, we often end up stunting our growth and never becoming the person we have the potential to be. But we all get to decide that for ourselves.

Happiness does not come ready-made, you know. Even a sunset or a rose or a sonata or a book or a banquet is not happiness in itself. Each can cause happiness, but we have to allow feeling to interact with the moment.

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Life is fraught with risks,” she said. “All we can do to guard against them is make considered choices. Or we can make no choices at all and remain static in life. Even that is not really possible or without danger, though. Life changes about us and for us whether we wish it or not.

How could anyone who prided herself upon her intelligence and good sense have been so foolishly ignorant?

Then I thought that once my year of mourning was over and I put off my blacks, I would also put off the worst of my grief. And perhaps that has happened. But sometimes I think that grief is preferable to emptiness. At least grief is something. I have come to realize, I suppose, that they are not just dead. They are gone. There is nothing there where they were.

We all have to find our own way in life. It is, I believe, what life is all about.

Life is fraught with risks,

what it was like to feel all alone in the world and had been willing to share with a near stranger what must have seemed like her shame at the time. “Of course,” Lady Overfield continued when Wren said nothing, “I do not live at Brambledean