Feelings of longing seemed to burst from her heart; they ran in all directions, like streams of blood, seeking out paths to all the places in the wide landscape where she had lived, to all her sons roaming through the world, to all her dead lying under the earth.
Sigrid UndsetI am not so foolish as to murmur, if now, since I have drunk up my wine and beer, I have to put up with skimmed milk and sour.
Sigrid UndsetI rolled myself up into a tight ball of resistance and it was thus that I went through my school years.
Sigrid Undset