"The sharpest sorrow is the one we dare not confide to any other. A death or obvious disaster is at least evident to others, and friends can comfort us with casseroles and kindly notes. But the shadow we must carry in secret forces us to listen to admonitions about why we should perk up. We must maintain the facade when we really want to screech...
"So she stuffed the lid back on the box of snakes and continued to pour tea charmingly. But Edwards noticed that there were shadows under her eyes and that at night, unguarded in her sleep, she sighed."
-"Marriage To a Difficult Man"
Elisabeth D. Dodds
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