When the beginnings of self destruction enter the heart, it seems no bigger than a grain of sand.
John CheeverThe irony of Christmas is always upon the poor in heart; the mystery of the solstice is always upon the rest of us.
John CheeverWhen the beginnings of self destruction enter the heart, it seems no bigger than a grain of sand.
John CheeverThe irony of Christmas is always upon the poor in heart; the mystery of the solstice is always upon the rest of us.
John Cheever