The steel suddenly touched her heart. Ah, jealousy, it was jealousy, the cold hand mashing her slowly, squeezing her, diminishing her soul.

It was darker, all she could see of him was a shadow. He was fading more and more, slipping through her hands, dead at the bottom of sleep.

Where does music go when it’s not playing?—she asked herself. And disarmed she would answer: May they make a harp out of my nerves when I die.

She felt the phrase “demand her rights” had lain inside her forever, waiting.

But she didn’t want to rest! – Her blood ran through her more slowly, its pace domesticated, like a beast that had trained its steps to fit in its cage.

Dying is something else. Dying is different to good and bad.

Inside her it was as if death didn’t exist, as if love could weld her, as if eternity were renewal.

I can feel myself holding a child, thought Joanna. Sleep, my child, sleep, I tell you. The child is warm and I am sad.

- How does it feel to have a daughter?- At times it's like holding a warm egg in my hand.

You cannot wear every expectation. Consider putting aside ones that don't fit.

Children are particularly literary, for they say what they feel not what someone has taught them to feel.

You will never come up against a greater adversary than your own potential.

All colours are the friends of their neighbours and the lovers of their opposites.

The events I sought were never as great as I needed them to be.

Pray when you feel like worrying. Give thanks when you feel like complaining. Keep going when you feel like quitting.

By experiencing your emotions somatically, there is no boogie man to scare you.

South Sudan is one of the most hard-put places in the world.

An execution order hasn’t kept us apart before. There are ways to get around it. We will be together.” “Is that an order?” “No, a promise.

I'm dating somebody. I am enjoying it very much, and having a really nice time at the moment. I'm very happy.