“He just wanted to stop thinking. It was easier that way. The numbness hadn't left him; if anything it was spreading. When… — Jeyn Roberts Copy Share Image
I lay and cried, and began to feel again, to admit I was human, vulnerable, sensitive. I began to remember how it… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“The sky was so heartless and dark, and her body, her head, and particularly those damned thirsty trousers, felt clogged with Oceanus… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
There are those, however, that are not frightened of grief: dropping deep into the sorrow, they find therein a necessary elixir to… — David Abram Copy Share Image
