Death? Translated into the heavenly tongue, that word means life! — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
“And–since this willful amnesia had kept Robin's death from being translated into that sweet old family vernacular which smoothed even the bitterest mysteries into comfortable, comprehensible form–the memory of that day's events had a chaotic, fragmented quality, bright mirror-shards of… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
