of all the deprivations which afflict humankind, none is more dreadful than loneliness. A corrosive, it eats the heart out. People were meant to live by twos, with someone close with whom to share good and bad, to hear breathing in the dark room at night. Being alone is the one unnatural act.
No war can end war except a total war which leaves no human creature on earth. Each war creates the causes of war: hate, desire for revenge and have-… - Zelda Popkin
No war can end war except a total war which leaves no human creature on earth. Each war creates the causes of war: hate, desire for revenge and have-…
- Zelda Popkin
of all the deprivations which afflict humankind, none is more dreadful than loneliness. A corrosive, it eats the heart out. People were meant to live… - Zelda Popkin
of all the deprivations which afflict humankind, none is more dreadful than loneliness. A corrosive, it eats the heart out. People were meant to live…
Destiny is thrifty. To weave her tapestry, she uses even the tiniest snips of thread. - Zelda Popkin
Destiny is thrifty. To weave her tapestry, she uses even the tiniest snips of thread.
Each husband gets the infidelity he deserves. - Zelda Popkin
Each husband gets the infidelity he deserves.
Grief is illness. You cannot breathe; you cannot walk or eat or sleep. The sickness is entire, the body and the spirit. - Zelda Popkin
Grief is illness. You cannot breathe; you cannot walk or eat or sleep. The sickness is entire, the body and the spirit.
Every door opens to something and it is better to go toward that something than to sit staring at the blank wall of time. - Zelda Popkin
Every door opens to something and it is better to go toward that something than to sit staring at the blank wall of time.
The newer education put stress on culture ... Saturday mornings, the young were brushed and washed, forced into blue cheviot suits, and dragged to ch… - Zelda Popkin
The newer education put stress on culture ... Saturday mornings, the young were brushed and washed, forced into blue cheviot suits, and dragged to ch…
pity runs its course. An hour comes when no hand but your own can build your future. - Zelda Popkin
pity runs its course. An hour comes when no hand but your own can build your future.
There's no privacy for the violently dead. - Zelda Popkin
There's no privacy for the violently dead.
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