“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
A new book comes out every 30 seconds. It would take me 15 years just to read the titles of every book ever printed. And you're going to watch tv tonight? Fair enough, I suppose.
A new book comes out every 30 seconds. It would take me 15 years just to read the titles of every book ever printed. And you're going to watch tv tonight? Fair enough, I suppose.
“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”