How had she ever thought him handsome? He was hideous, his eyes as colorless as his skin.

O God, why did you make me a woman? So that men could try to take advantage of me? I am no good to my brothers when they need me the most. Am I only useful for making them sweaters?

I don't understand why so many unjust things happen. I know I should accept it as part of life in a fallen world.

Showing your emotions does not make you weak. Just as not showing emotions does not make you strong.

I vow to you, Rose, that I will love you so tenderly, you will never feel unloved again.