“... and she had worn bitterness as though it were a crown.”
“On Sleep's soft lap the head without a crown Forgot the gilded trouble it had worn”
“It had been so long since she had seen him and she had lived on memories until they were worn thin.”
“They knew, though, she would not suffer as they had suffered. She was perfect. They were scarred.”
“She had the kind of looks that had probably been quite pretty in high school, but were now worn down by years of smoking cigarettes, raising children, and the disappointment of being married to an asshole.”
“She wasn't bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time. ”