Hearts aren’t handcuffs and people aren’t prisons. When you feel it’s time for you to leave, you leave. You neither need to wait to be released, nor ask for permission.

Everything was okay today, but I am not feeling okay. I think that when the things you like go away, you die a little bit inside, and I think that it takes a long time...

…and yet, though desirous to be gone, she could not quit the mansion-house, or look an adieu to the cottage, with its black, dripping and comfortless veranda, or even notice through the misty glasses the...

When I’m all grown up, come what may,I’ll build a boat to carry me away

There is a kind of magicness about going far away and then coming back all changed.

I would miss Colby, but it wasn’t going anywhere. All the more reason why I should.