Little Sarah

“And perhaps there is a limit to the grieving that the human heart can do. As when one adds salt to a tumbler of water, there comes a point where simply no more will be absorbed.””

— Unknown

“I seem to have been cross, somehow, all the time when I was a girl. I was horrid... You're supposed to grow out of horridness, aren't you? I don't think I ever grew out of mine. Sometimes I think it's still inside me, like something nasty I swallowed that got stuck.””

— Unknown

“We see what a punishing business it is, simply being alive.””

— Unknown

“Can't people do hurtful things, sometimes, and not even know they're doing them?””

— Unknown

“The subliminal mind has many dark, unhappy corners, after all. Imagine something loosening itself from one of those corners. Let's call it a---a germ. And let's say conditions prove right for that germ to develop---to grow, like a child in the womb. What would this little stranger grow into? A sort of shadow-self, perhaps: a Caliban, a Mr Hyde. A creature motivated by all the nasty impulses and hungers the conscious mind had hoped to keep hidden away: things like envy and malice and frustration...””

— Unknown

“The words used to drive me into secret rages, because on the one hand I wanted desperately to live up to my own reputation for cleverness, and on the other it seemed very unfair, that that cleverness, which I had never asked for, could be turned into something with which to cut me down.””

— Unknown

“Yes, Emily Dickenson -- a rather exhausting poet, now I come to think of it. All that breathlessness and skipping about. What's wrong with nice, long lines and a jaunty rhythm?””

— Unknown

“Her eyes are like fingers. They can touch. They can press and pinch.””

— Unknown

“You ought to know better, a clever lad like you,’ I expect she said. People were always saying things like that to me when I was young. My parents, my uncles, my schoolmasters”

— Unknown