The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal, every other affliction to forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open; this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.
Olga Ilyin
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"It had only been my repeated experience that when you said to life calmly
and firmly... 'I trust you; do what you must,' life had an uncanny way of
respon...
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