“ It was easy to imagine the beginning of time here, but also, perhaps, its end. ”
To survive one tragedy was to learn you cannot survive them all, and this knowledge was both a freedom and a great loss.
~ Chris Womersley
After all, the girl actually had faith in something, which was more than most people had in these dark times. It was wrong to destroy it.
A story is a wondrous invention.
We adapt to our sorrows, I suppose, as unpleasant as they might be. One cannot weep forever. One simply runs dry of tears.
