“ I felt that thread that had come between us, tugging, tugging at my heart—so hard, it hurt me. ”
One time, two years ago, I took a draught of morphia, meaning to end my life. My mother found me before the life was ended, the doctor drew the poison from my stomach with a syringe, and when I woke, it was to the sound of my own weeping. For I had hoped to open my eyes on Heaven, where my father was; and they had only pulled me back to Hell.
~ Sarah Waters
She scissored the curls away, and - toms, grow easily sentimental over their haircuts, but I remember this sensation very vividly - it was not like she was cutting hair, it was as if I had a pair of wings beneath my shoulder-blades, that the flesh had all grown over, and she was slicing free...
Why do gentlemen's voices carry so clearly, when women's are so easily stifled?
Marriages are like pianos. They go in and out of tune.
