Once Upon a Time: The Captivating Life of Carolyn Bessette-Kennedy

She would have to grow thick skin. But, as Rob Littell put it, “Carolyn didn’t want to have thick skin.”

Henry Scott Holland’s “Facts of Faith”: “Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I’ve only slipped away into the next room… Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere, very near, just around the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt. Nothing is lost. One brief moment, and all will be a

“It had been her fortune to possess a finer mind than most of the persons among whom her lot was cast; to have a larger perception of surrounding facts and to care for knowledge that was tinged with the unfamiliar. It is true that among her contemporaries she passed for a young women of extraordinary profundity. She had a theory that one should be

“It had been her fortune to possess a finer mind than most of the persons among whom her lot was cast; to have a larger perception of surrounding facts and to care for knowledge that was tinged with the unfamiliar. It is true that among her contemporaries she passed for a young women of extraordinary profundity. She had a theory that one should be

Henry Scott Holland’s “Facts of Faith”: “Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I’ve only slipped away into the next room… Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere, very near, just around the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt. Nothing is lost. One brief moment, and all will be a

John often said if he slowed down he’d fall apart. Part of him wanted the speed, wanted the mayhem. As he matured, he probably would have grown past this. But for now, he was so used to getting himself out of scrapes and close calls, he found it necessary to feel the thin edge between thrill and destruction to lessen the weight of that which had be

We wish to the new child A heart that can be beguiled By a flower that the wind lifts as it passes. If the storms break for him, May the trees shake for him Their blossoms down. In the night that he is troubled, May a friend wake for him, So that his time be doubled, And at the end of all loving and love, May the Man above Give him a crown.

She would have to grow thick skin. But, as Rob Littell put it, “Carolyn didn’t want to have thick skin.”

John often said if he slowed down he’d fall apart. Part of him wanted the speed, wanted the mayhem. As he matured, he probably would have grown past this. But for now, he was so used to getting himself out of scrapes and close calls, he found it necessary to feel the thin edge between thrill and destruction to lessen the weight of that which had be