There is no pain compared to that of loving a woman who makes her body accessible to one and yet who is incapable of delivering her true self -- because she does not know where to find it.
Lawrence DurrellFrost in January minus 20 for a week. Dead birds frozen on the branchโthey fall with the first thaw like ripe fruitโdeath-ripened. We shall all end like themโjust a stain in the snow.
Lawrence Durrell