We must relearn to be alone.

So many things we love are you!

One must lose one's life to find it.

Woman's normal occupations in general run counter to creative life, or contemplative life, or saintly life.

Parting is inevitably painful, even for a short time. It's like an amputation, I feel a limb is being torn off, without which I shall be unable to function. And yet, once it is done... life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid and fuller than before.

Beauty cannot disguise nor music melt A pain undiagnosable but felt.

For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into; daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one.