Family life itself, that safest, most traditional, most approved of female choices, is not a sanctuary: It is, perpetually, a dangerous place.
From Margaret Drabble
The human mind can bear plenty of reality but not too much intermittent gloom.
When nothing is sure, everything is possible.
The rare pleasure of being seen for what one is, compensates for the misery of being it.
Nothing succeeds, they say, like success. And certainly nothing fails like failure.
Nothing fails like failure.
And there isn't any way that one can get rid of the guilt of having a nice body by saying that one can serve society with it, because that would end up with oneself as what? There simply doesn't seem to be any moral place for flesh.
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