“If only my heart were stone.”
“These people were not only cheering, they were throwing flowers and hats. The hats were made of stone, but the thought was there.”
“I encased my heart in stone so as to stop it from beating”
“I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company.”
“All the first years, their only question had been -- asked with beseechings and tears that might have moved stone, in time, perhaps, but hearts are not stones: "Is he alive?" "Is she alive?”
“..and only sticks and stones can break my bones.”