You see, I'm not mad, I suffer from depression. It's not like ordinary misery. It's like dying of boredom. It's .
And she did seem then to go to sleep instantly: the quick flight into oblivion of the chronically unhappy person.
To say we were 'in love', that vague weakened phrase, cannot express it. We loved each other, we lived in each other, through each other, by each other. We were each other. Why was it such pure unadul...
It's not so easy.What isn't?To establish relationships, you can't just elect people, it can't be done by thinking and willing.
I shall not attempt here to describe my marriage. Some impression of it will doubtless emerge. For the present story, its general nature rather than its detail is important. It was not a success. At f...
She could not bear the tenderness which a dog would evoke, she did not want the pain of another love. She knew how very much, how desperately, she would love her dog; and dogs are vulnerable and short...
Those who cry out the truth to an indifferent world too often weary, fall silent or come to doubt their own wit.
But I can't do anything for him and he can't do anything for me. We must wail in our own corners.
They really wanted to remain always in their own house and their own garden. There are such people.
There was a shadowy light, not exactly twilight, but an uncertain vivid yet hazy illumination, wherein people walked like spirits, bathed in light and not revealed.
You get so worked up and flowery! You sound as if you were quoting something all the time!
I am looking out of my window in an anxious and resentful state of mind, oblivious to my surroundings, brooding perhaps on some damage done to my prestige. Then suddenly I observe a hovering kestrel....
Is your father writing a book? said Alison. No. He's existing. Some people live, like the rest of us, like the people in your plays. He just exists.
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