The pain caused by your absence grows more acute each day, and I fear I may waste away from sorrow. Write me soon that I may at least feed on your words.Your loving brother- Freyr Ivaldi's Forge[] Ivaldi's Wood Carvings Sprig of Wellness Letter from Ivaldi's Son [1] Letter from ...
Even in sorrow life is sweet; life is sweet, however one lives. But here what is there but…foulness? Phew!" I turned away with disgust; I was no longer reasoning coldly. I began to feel myself what I was saying and warmed to the subject. I was already longing to expound the ...
DRINKING ALL THAT and then turning around and making fun of me for my silly girlish joy in dressing in costumes for a celebration…eating the food and then shitting on a ceremony because it wasn’t “proper” (according to what YOU want, and yet it was not about what YOU want, was it...
Even in sorrow life is sweet; life is sweet, however one lives. But here what is there but…foulness? Phew!" I turned away with disgust; I was no longer reasoning coldly. I began to feel myself what I was saying and warmed to the subject. I was already longing to expound the ...
and simplicity without flourish. Maybe it’s better in the darkness of ignorance. Wisdom brings sorrow. What increases knowledge increases sorrow. T: I got bored very soon. K: I haven’t touched a book for three years. My path is different now. T: I’m going to die soon, without your...
That it can contain and can hold all the sorrowAnd I bear it in my bosom… And it’s there on the cheeks of hope midst the high windsthat the tears of the outcast shall never say dieThey’re collected and kept in the pure vials of anguishAnd I bear it in my bosom… For the ...
went through the woods directly to it, without any instructions or inquiry, and having staid about it for some time, with expressions which were construed to be those of sorrow, they returned to the high road, which they had left about half a dozen miles to pay this visit, and pursued ...
I wanted him gone from our home so as to be done with him. I wanted him dead too, so that if I couldn’t stop thinking about him and worrying about when would be the next time I’d see him, at least his death would put an end to it. I wanted to kill him myself, even, so...
On the 31st of July, 1944, Saint-Exupéry left for his last mission. His airplane was destroyed by Germans over the Mediterranean. On that day, Saint-Exupéry didn't return... in the open sky, he found risk, death, and glory.
death. Wise men and fools, all fall in the power of death. Only the wise do not grieve and they accept the reality. All weeping and grieving will bring more pain and sufferings to the body. One, who is composed, will obtain peace of mind and will be free from sorrow and be blesse...