And then the shower fell, sudden, profuse. No one had seen the cloud coming. There it was, black, swollen, on top of them. Down it poured like all the people in the world weeping. Tears. Tears. Tears.
They say that one must beat one's wings against the storm in the belief that beyond this welter the sun shines.
She felt very young;at the same time unspeakably aged.She sliced like a knife through everything;at the same time was outside,looking on...far out to sea and alone;she always had the feeling that it was very,very dangerous to live even one day.
The glorious past, in which men and women grew to unexampled size, intruded too much upon the present, and dwarfed it too consistently, to be altogether encouraging to one forced to make her experiment in living when the great age was dead.
When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.
I am extremely happy walking on the downs...I like to have space to spread my mind out in.