Something came out from my heart into my throat and then into my eyes.
I often want to cry. That is the only advantage women have over men — at least they can cry.
As it was in the beginning, ... is now, and ever shall be, world without end.
After all this, what happened? What happened was that, as soon as I had the slightest chance of a place to hide in, I crept into it and hid. Well, sometimes it's a fine day isn't it? Sometimes the skies are blue. Sometimes the air is light, easy to breathe. And there is always tomorrow.
There is no doubt that running away on a fresh, blue morning can be exhilarating.
But they never last, the golden days. And it can be sad, the sun in the afternoon, can't it? Yes, it can be sad, the afternoon sun, sad and frightening.