There didn't seem to her any harm in it, and the make-believe was so comforting.
You have to maintain a fine balance between hope and despair.
Walk, first, through the fire, then philosophize.
Loss is essential. Loss is part and parcel of that necessary calamity called life.
After all, our lives are but a sequence of accidents - a clanking chain of chance events. A string of choices, casual or deliberate, which add up to that one big calamity we call life.
How can time be long or short? Time is without length or breadth. The question is, what happened during its passing. And what happened is, our lives have been joined together.