Oh, my darling, wish you were here! And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be anything else for very long, and because the pain is a deep dark sea in which I would drown if I did not sail my little craft steadily over the surface, steadily towards a sun which will never rise.
Anne RiceIt's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words.
Anne Rice