There was nothing I hated worse than clumps of whispering girls who got quiet when I passed. I started picking scabs off my body and, when I didn't have any, gnawing the flesh around my fingernails until I was a bleeding wreck. I worried so much about how I looked and whether I was doing things right, I felt half the time I was impersonating a girl instead of really being me.
Sue Monk KiddHistory is not just facts and events. History is also a pain in the heart and we repeat history until we are able to make another's pain in the heart our own.
Sue Monk Kidd