I know the mistake I am making. I see the exits in life.
She said the reason that love is so painful is that it always amounts to two people wanting more than two people can give.
never forget this moment, the hum of the bee, the saffron threads of the flower, the drawn blinds, nature's assiduousness and human cruelty.
Writers really live in the mind and in hotels of the soul.
The vote means nothing to women. We should be armed.
What we forgot as children is that our parents are children, also. The child in them has not been satisfied or met or loved, often.