This is not my life. These are not my cobwebs. This is not the darkness I was designed for.
We have to listen to other people's stories. That's the thing. And that's the only way that we eventually get to know ourselves.
The thing about love is that we come alive in bodies not our own.
Pain's nothing. Pain's what you give, not what you get.
Pain is not wat you get, it is wat you give.
She was forever tilted sideways by the notion that pain was inevitable, chance was cruel, and all human ingenuity should go towards the making of a good cup of tea.