Be Okay Enough

"You have words, child, a library's worth of words. Why do you choose not to use them?"

It matters very little to us that you never meant to hurt us, because... you have.

I'd been kind to [her] -- or I thought I had, but perhaps no kindness was possible between owner and slave, only varying degrees of brutality.

What a sad story, I thought for so long. Not that I now think it was happy. But I think it is true, and thus the question of whether it is sad or happy has no meaning whatsoever.

There's no need to talk, because the truth of what one says lies in what one does.

"Will you tell me who hurt you?"

You threw me to the crows, but it turns out I prefer them to you.

What was I truly? In the end, I could not bear to know.

Patience is a virtue we can't afford.

I am not a lesser man for loving you.

they wanted us weak but forced us to be strong.

for once

when you're taught to see the world through fire, nothing looks safe.

that is what abuse is:

We feed on the poor and the weak and cry belly ache.

I want to believe all is well that ends well but I just can't convince myself.