After All, When A Stone Is Dropped

I Tried To Continue, But Somehow My Throat Made Up Its Mind To Swallow – Though I Can’t Think What I Was Swallowing, Unless It Was A Little Knot Of Emotion I Pushed Back Down Because There Was No Room In My Face For Any More.

If Those Sorts Of Moments Would Be The Only Pleasure Life Offered Me, I'd Be Better Off Shutting Out That One Brilliant Source Of Light To Let My Eyes Begin To Adjust To The Darkness.

I Stumbled Out Into The Courtyard To Try To Flee My Misery, But Of Course We Can Never Flee The Misery That Is Within Us.

A Woman Who Acts Like A Fool Is A Fool.

Grief Is A Most Peculiar Thing; We’re So Helpless In The Face Of It. It’s Like A Window That Will Simply Open Of Its Own Accord. The Room Grows Cold, And We Can Do Nothing But Shiver. But It Opens A Little Less Each Time, And A Little Less; And One Day We Wonder What Has Become Of It.