It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible.

Or perhaps it is some combination of spirit and desire, love and hope, some alchemy that we each possess and can put to use, if we first know where to look without flinching.

The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.

I don't know. Sometimes, I feel nothing, and I'm so afraid. Afraid I'll stop feeling anything at all. I'll just slip away inside myself...I just need to feel something" A Great and Terrible Beauty, Page 177, by

The rules of magic, my dear, are best not discusses. For once we understand the illusion, we no longer believe it.

Did God ever cry over his lost angel, I wonder?

She hadn’t meant to get trapped in a conversation. That was the trouble with offering help to old people.