How much of my true self I camouflage and choke in order to commend myself to him, denying the fullness of me. How often have I paraded sweetness and interest when I felt otherwise; pretended to take careful leave of him on many an occasion when I would rather have walked right out. How I've toned myself down, diluted myself to maintain his approval.
Sylvia Ashton-WarnerChildren have two visions, the inner and the outer. Of the two the inner vision is brighter.
Sylvia Ashton-WarnerWhen love turns away, now, I don't follow it. I sit and suffer, unprotesting, until I feel the tread of another step.
Sylvia Ashton-Warner