I feel so powerless. I had a beautiful, happy family, a good husband, everything seemed so perfect. Then our whole world came apart.

He was almost too gentle for this world.

If his bicycle were red, or black, he'd be alive today.

We are noble, good, beautiful, and happy!

Gently Agatha touched her face in the mirror, glowing from inside.
A face no one recognized because it was so happy.
There could be no turning back now. The bread crumbs on the dark trail were gone. Instead, she had the truth to guide her. A truth greater than any magic.
I've been beautiful all along.

I feel great, (being pregnant) is so beautiful. I've never been so happy. ... I'm beaming.