About your easy heads my prayers
I said with syllables of clay.
What gift, I asked, shall I bring now
Before I weep and walk away?
Take, they replied, the oak and laurel.
Take our fortune of tears and live
Like a spendthrift lover. All we ask
Is the one gift you cannot give.
If she had hurt me, I could have forgiven her without even having to think about it; but I couldn't forgive her for being hurt.
Tana FrenchTag: emotion
If you put your energy into how much a fall would hurt, you're already half way down.
Tana FrenchI found out early that you can throw yourself away, missing what you've lost.
Tana FrenchI’m the least fanciful guy around, but on nights when I wonder whether there was any point to my day, I think about this: the first thing we ever did, when we started turning into humans, was draw a line across the cave door and say: Wild stays out. What I do is what the first men did. They built walls to keep back the sea. They fought the wolves for the hearth fire.
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