If I want to die, what am I saving myself for?
The rose-garden world of perfection is a lie and a bore too!
I have found this to be true, that one sin begets a dozen others.
She now knew that the death she feared might not be a physical one, that it could be death of the will, the soul, the mind, the laws, and thus not death, but a perpetual dying.
What do you do with mother love and mother wit when the babies are grown and gone away?
To praise one thing is not to damn another.