Why couldn’t hearts simply be reset, dialed back until they felt no more than the usual sympathy one felt for any man heading to war?
Habitante de librohar citerati fjol
Please tell me broken hearts aren’t fatal. Please tell me this feeling won’t kill me.
Habitante de librohar citerati fjol
Mistress implies a kept woman, and nobody’s keeping Beth anywhere she doesn’t want to be.”
Habitante de librohar citerati fjol
Trains and train stations—what a thing they become in wartime. How many heartbreaks and homecomings, ecstasies and agonies, have we experienced with a rocking floor, a platform crowd, and a sweaty ticket clutched in hand?
Habitante de librohar citerati fjol
In war, art is a balm.”
Habitante de librohar citerati fjol
Those like herself who had lost husbands, fiancés, boyfriends, were so raw in their own grief
Habitante de librohar citerati fjol
Grief didn’t make you noble. It made you selfish and hateful.
Habitante de librohar citerati fjol
Beth’s mind had been knotted up for weeks in the Spy Enigma