So we tell the same story, over and over. Just the details are different
Loss is essential. Loss is part and parcel of that necessary calamity called life.
Lately you are brooding too much about rights. Give up this dangerous habit.
If there was an abundance of misery in the world, there was also sufficient joy, yes - as long as one knew where to look for it.
You have to maintain a fine balance between hope and despair.
Distance was a dangerous thing, she knew. Distance changed people.