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…always Felt The Pain Of Her Friends So Keenly That She Could Not Speak Easy, Fluent Words Of Comforting. Besides, She Remembered How Well-meant Speeches Had Hurt Her In Her Own Sorrow And Was Afraid.

It's The Worst Kind Of Cruelty — The Thoughtless Kind. You Can't Cope With It.

I Have Really Done So Few Bad Things That They Have To Keep Harping On The Old Ones [.]

I Suppose All This Sounds Very Crazy — All These Terrible Emotions Always Do Sound Foolish When We Put Them Into Our Inadequate Words. They Are Not Meant To Be Spoken — Only Felt And Endured.

The World Is Always Young Again For Just A Few Moments At The Dawn.