It's terrifying to see someone inside of whom a vital spring seems to have been broken. It's particularly terrifying to see him in your mirror.
Neurotic quarrels always have the same theme-song: Hate me and get it over with.
A new wound makes all the old ones ache again.
My thoughts, I guess, are bitter; who but the bitter have thoughts?
If you are brave too often, people will come to expect it of you.
There's no way to repay a mother's love, or lack of it.