The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, Let no one be called happy till his death to which I would add, Let no one, till his death, be called unhappy. – Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips. – Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit
Youre talking to someone who has been married to various people for the last 40 years of her life. Dating is not really something familiar. Ive never really been a dater. – Stockard Channing