There was a new kind of strength in the gravity of her face, and her colors still gave her that look of deep-seated health and ardor.
Willa CatherOne realizes that human relationships are the tragic necessity of human life; that they can never be wholly satisfactory, that every ego is half the time greedily seeking them, and half the time pulling away from them. In those simple relationships of loving husband and wife, affectionate sisters, children and grandmother, there are innumerable shades of sweetness and anguish which make up the pattern of our lives day by day, though they are not down in the list of subjects from which the conventional novelist works.
Willa CatherWilliam Tavener never heeded ominous forecasts in the domestic horizon, and he never looked for a storm until it broke.
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