As for those whose role it is to love us - I mean, relatives and in-laws (what a word)- It's a different tune. They find the right word, but it's usually the one that wounds.

“Sometimes, from beyond the skycrapers, the cry of a tugboat finds you in your i…”

“La nuit qui suivit ne fut pas celle de la lutte, mais celle du silence. Dans ce…”

“Piuttosto morire in piedi che vivere in ginocchio.”

“In this respect, our townsfolk were like everybody else, wrapped up in themselv…”