Sharp knives seemed to cut her delicate feet, yet she hardly felt them, so deep was the pain in her heart. She could not forget that this was the last night she would ever see the one for whom she had left her home and family, had given up her beautiful voice, and had day by day endured unending torment, of which he knew nothing at all. An eternal night awaited her.
Hans Christian AndersenIf you looked down to the bottom of my soul, you would understand fully the source of my longing and โ pity me. Even the open, transparent lake has its unknown depths, which no divers know.
Hans Christian Andersen