I don't think any of us can speak frankly about pain until we are no longer enduring it.

And when I raised myself to look at the man who'd spoken, I had a feeling of leaving my misery behind me there on the stone wall.

A mind troubled by doubt cannot focus on the course of victory.

By the time we arrived, as evening was approaching, I felt as sore as a rock must feel when the waterfall has pounded on it all day long.

Yet somehow the thing that startled me most, after a week or two had passed, was that I had in fact survived.

Perhaps it seems odd that a casual meeting on the street could have brought about such change. But sometimes life is like that isn't it

It's less a matter of looking the other way than of closing our eyes to what we can't stop from happening.