Time takes the ugliness and horror out of death and turns it into beauty.
Perhaps watching someone you love suffer can teach you even more than suffering yourself can.
I found it quite easy to carry on a casual conversation it was as if my real feelings were down fathoms deep in my mind and what we said was just a feathery surface spray.
Truthfulness so often goes with ruthlessness.
Cruel blows of fate call for extreme kindness in the family circle.
Walking down Belmotte was the oddest sensation-- every step took us deeper into the mist until at last it closed over our heads. It was like being drowned in the ghost of water.