I Missed Him. Love, I Realized, Was

But That Inadequacy, Or Feeling Of Inadequacy, Never Really Goes Away. You Just Have To Trudge Ahead In The Rain, Regardless.

Every Arrangement In Life Carried With It The Sadness, The Sentimental Shadow, Of Its Not Being Something Else, But Only Itself.

It Is Like Having A Book Out From The Library. It Is Like Constantly Having A Book Out From The Library.

There Seemed Nothing So True As A Yellow Tree.

She Was Unequal To Anyone's Wistfulness. She Had Made Too Little Of Her Life. Its Loneliness Shamed Her Like A Crime.