Mystery Is The Essence Of Divinity

I Made Up My Mind To Keep My Feelings To Myself Since They Did Not Seem To Matter To Anyone Else But Me.

Someone Is Always At My Elbow Reminding Me That I Am The Granddaughter Of Slaves. It Fails To Register Depression With Me.

She Was Saving Up Feelings For Some Man She Had Never Seen.

She Had Waited All Her Life For Something, And It Had Killed Her When It Found Her.

Bitterness Is The Coward's Revenge On The World For Having Been Hurt.