It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.
Grief heals ... unshed tears fester like a canker in the soul.
Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?
Those that yield are not always weak
All exiles carry a map within them that points the way homeward.
All knowledge is worth having