Suddenly I become filled with a consuming impatience to be gone.
Strange how complicated we can make things just to avoid showing what we feel!
Our knowledge of life is limited to death
Everyone saves someone at least once. Just as he kills someone at least once. Even though he may not know it.
we have so much to say, and we shall never say it.
I, too, am going to go away soon,' she says, 'I am weary and weary of my weariness. Everything is beginning to be a little empty and full of leave-taking and melancholy and waiting.