“ Why, she wondered, do we always reserve our worst hatred for our own? ”
Who was to know what went on in a person's heart? A wise woman kept her own counsel.
~ Donna Woolfolk Cross
She did not care about anything very much. Hope was gone. She existed that was all.
She had discovered that her love of knowing was not unnatural or sinful but the direct consequence of a God-given ability to reason.
Heed my words, daughter, if you ever mean to be happy: Never give yourself to a man.
