I want to know what happened to the sweet little girl inside of me. The one who was smiling and imaginative. The one who saw the best in every situation and tried to cheer everyone up. Was it age or stress that took her away. I use to always be warm and golden. I would only get cold when I was sick. Now I am always cold, and I am always sick. What happened to the happy healthy little girl. Where did she go, because I desperately want her back. I am exhausted from being cold all the time, I want my heat back. My happiness back. Myself back.
—  Warmth - Shanda Hubler
There were days when she was very happy without knowing why. She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day. She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in. And she found it good to dream and to be alone…
—  Kate Chopin, The Awakening