Age seldom arrives smoothly or quickly. It's more often a succession of jerks.
Of course she had some pathetic illusions about herself or she would not be able to go on living.
If all good, respectable people had one face, I'd spit in it.
I found when I was a child that if I put the hurt into words, it would go.
Now I no longer wish to be loved, beautiful, happy or successful. I want one thing and one thing only - to be left alone.
Even the one moment that you thought was your eternity fades out and is forgotten and dies.