“We accumulate pain, collect it. ... We display it, stack it up into a pile, then we stack it up into a mountain, so we can climb up onto it, waiting for or demanding sympathy: "Hey, do you see how big my pain is?"” FeelingsBigsPainWaitingEmotionMountainHeyClimbsDisplay Author:Marlena De Blasi
“Much of my crying is for joy and wonder rather than for pain. A trumpet's wailing, a wind's warm breath, the chink of a bell on an errant lamb, the smoke from a candle just spent, first light, twilight, firelight. Everyday beauty. I cry for how life intoxicates. And maybe just a little for how swiftly it runs.” FirstsLittlesLightRunningPainJoyWonderCryWindBreathsEverydayWarmSmokeCandleBellsTwilightLambsTrumpetsWailingChinks Book:A Thousand Days in Venice: An Unexpected Romance Source: A Thousand Days in Venice: An Unexpected Romance
