“ The highest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude. ”
The knowledge that she would never be loved in return acted upon her ideas as a tide acts upon cliffs.
~ Thornton Wilder
We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.
There is not a single untruth, no -but after ten lines Truth shrieks, she runs distraught and disheveled through her temple's corridors; she does not know herself. 'I can endure lies,' she cries. 'I cannot survive this stifling verisimilitude
Everybody has a right to their own troubles.
