I could not ask forgiveness for something I had not done. As scapegoat, I could only bear the fault.
There is no going back in life. There is no return. No second chance.
A familiar name on its own, however, does not carry its bearer far unless the talent is there, and the will to work.
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.
Will you look into my eyes and tell me that you love me now?
I suppose sooner or later in the life of everyone comes a moment of trial. We all of us have our particular devil who rides us and torments us, and we must give battle in the end.