I often want to cry. That is the only advantage women have over men — at least they can cry.
I found when I was a child that if I put the hurt into words, it would go.
It is strange how sad it can be - sunlight in the afternoon, don't you think?
It's so easy to make a person who hasn't got anything seem wrong.
There is no doubt that running away on a fresh, blue morning can be exhilarating.
Of course she had some pathetic illusions about herself or she would not be able to go on living.