_she had nothing to do but to forgive herself and be happier than ever_

Cold comradeship do stars provide.They light the closer, inner sideOf night's vast weight, which, chill and clear,Pulls on us like some puppeteer.Its unseen threads to heads and heartsAttached, it acts us through our parts,From birth's first cry to bent old age,Upon our distant, tiny stage.

I've heard fate talked of. It's not a word I use. I think we make our own choices. I think how we live our lives is our own doing, and we cannot fully hope on dreams and stars. But dreams and stars can guide us, perhaps. And the heart's voice is a strong one. Always is.

There is no shortage of fault to be found amidst our stars.

There is not shortage of fault to be found amidst our stars.

To be angry at the gods is to scream at the stars. Even if they hear, they will not stop shining.