You see mother, you had no life of your own. They have no idea. One has only a life of one's own.
The Poisonwood BibleGod doesn’t need to punish us. He just grants us a long enough life to punish ourselves.
The Poisonwood BibleI had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck.
Pilgrim at Tinker CreekWe flew back home like swallows. 'Is it happiness that makes us so light?' Agathe asked.
Père GoriotEscape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.
The Poems Of Wilfred OwenPilgrims were people glad to take off their clothing, which was on fire.
Plainwater: Essays and PoetryEvery good poem asks a question, and every good poet asks every question.
The Poet's Companion: A Guide To The Pleasures Of Writing PoetryAh me, but where are now the songs I sang When life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?
Poems of Christina Rossetti