And as my wife, it’s your duty to ease all my aches.

Shrinking in a corner,pressed into the wall;do they know I’m present,am I here at all?

So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.

I just think it’s bad when a boy looks at a girl and thinks that the way he sees her is better than she actually is. And I think it’s bad when the most honest...

He’s a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.

In spite of her plainness that would have made wallflowers of other women, she radiated a great sense of self-importance.