The misery stayed, not thought about but aching away, and sometimes I would have to ask myself, Why do I ache? Men can get used to anything, but it takes time.
All we got is the family unbroke.
We are lonesome animals. We spend all life trying to be less lonesome.
My own journey started long before I left, and was over before I returned.
Luck, you see, brings bitter friends.
The American girl makes a servant of her husband and then finds him contemptible for being a servant