“My husband's personality was filled with serenity and sunlight. Not even the incurable illness which fell upon him soon after our marriage could long cloud his brow. On the very night of his death he took me in his arms, and during the many months when he lay dying in his wheel chair, he often said jokingly to me: 'Well, have you already picked out a lover?' I blushed with shame. 'Don't deceive me,' he added on one occasion, 'that would seem ugly to me, but pick out an attractive lover, or preferably several. You are a splendid woman, but still half a child, and you need toys.” LoveNeedsWellsChildrenLongSaidStillsSeemsAgeNightHalfDyingArmsMonthsPersonalityLoversHusbandPicksShameFilledLaysCloudsIllnessUglyOccasionsAttractiveWheelsChairsMy HusbandToysSunlightSerenityDeceivingSplendidBrowsVenus In Furs Book:Venus in Furs Source: Venus in Furs
“We are talking. It's a shame. What is said is murdered. Our words that will not grow any bigger or any lovelier will wilt inside our bones. Words wither feelings.” SaidFeelingsGrowsTalkingBiggerShameBonesOur Words Author:Violette Leduc