Though my own life is filled with activity, letters encourage momentary escape into other lives, and I come back to my own with greater… — Elizabeth Forsythe Hailey Copy Share Image
Time is a cruel thief to rob us of our former selves. We lose as much to life as we do to death. — Elizabeth Forsythe Hailey Copy Share Image
We are all so much more complicated than we allow ourselves to appear. — Elizabeth Forsythe Hailey Copy Share Image
But a piece of paper can be a powerful presence. I have always had enormous respect for the written word and invariably find a… — Elizabeth Forsythe Hailey Copy Share Image
“Would that we could soar forever beyond the reach of earth, away from the dangers that await us the moment we alight.” — Elizabeth Forsythe Hailey Copy Share Image
Sometimes I think it is ... frustration with life as it is lived day to day that compels me to write such long letters… — Elizabeth Forsythe Hailey Copy Share Image
“I know now one must plan one’s old age as surely as one plans any other stage of life. The tragedy of Cousin Josie’s… — Elizabeth Forsythe Hailey Copy Share Image
“Life causes estrangement enough—why do we add to it out of misplaced pride?” — Elizabeth Forsythe Hailey Copy Share Image
Sometimes being a good mother gets in the way of being a good person. — Elizabeth Forsythe Hailey Copy Share Image
Whenever life gets to be too much for me, I have a hard time keeping my eyes open. Sleeping is cheaper and safer than… — Elizabeth Forsythe Hailey Copy Share Image
