"Deep inside, she knew who she was, and that person was smart and kind and often even funny, but somehow her personality got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth, and she found herself saying the wrong thing or, more often, nothing at all."
"Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you
upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance
upon the mountains like a flame." - William Butler Yeats, The Land of Heart’s Desire