If some longing goes unmet, don't be astonished. We call that Life.

We live trapped, between the churned-up and examined past and a future that waits for our work.

The horrors of war, pale beside the loss of a mother

Children usually do not blame themselves for getting lost.

Why do we go around acting as though everything was friendship and reliability when basically everything everywhere is full of sudden hate and ugliness?

Everyone here says in a surprised manner that I have grown... they are so stupid and do not notice that I am standing up straighter!

How can one know anything at all about people?