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But endurance had always been my virtue and I kept on.

“But corruption lurks close to perfection.”

But I now know something horrible: I know what it’s like to need, need, need.

                                               You’re right— Holiness is in the hands even if it’s always the head            that gets haloed.

“But elegance attracted me. I liked the way it hid pain.”

(…) a certain look she had, sometimes, of absolute sweetness and absolute gravity, as if her eyes might pierce appearances and see your soul.

“Longing, how soft a word for such a ravenous feeling. How we hunger in silence.”

She has moved from being a young woman into having the angular look of a queen, someone who has made her face with her desire to be a certain kind of person. He still likes that about her. Her smartness, the fact that she did not inherit that look or that beauty, but that it was something searched for and that it will always reflect a present stage of her character.

“I am a prisoner of a fairy-tale. My own softness chokes me.”

She was gentle and funny and she had a disarming curiosity and an incredible quality—of involving you in yourself. She would figure out that you had a problem and she would ask around it and you’d find yourself blurting out some private thing.

“…that beautiful voice which made everything she said sound like a caress,”