2. his shoulders hunched over and shaking,
fist in his mouth and choking back sobs?
It was my husband paying tribute to my art.
—Diane Lockward
3. Ask God who
knows! – for
frequent tears
have run the
colours from my
life, and left so
dead and pale a
stuff, it were not
fitly done to give
the same as
pillow to thy
head- go farther!
– Let it serve to
trample on.
- Elizabeth Barrett
Browning.
4. I even said, “It’s not my fault.” He didn’t say anything. Then I
thought I shouldn’t have said that. – Albert Camus
5. And we stood there, and watched him as he sat, Turning his sockets
where they went away, Until it came to one of us to ask “And you’re
how old?” “Nineteen, the third of May.” - Margaret Postgate Cole.
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