“...the sun rose each morning to stare into my face with the blank but touching gaze of a lovely retarded child.”

“Each morning I gaze at the eastern horizon, and if the sun keeps its promise, I keep mine. :)”

“Patience. I colored patience gray, hung over with black clouds. I colored hope yellow, just like the sun we could see for a few short morning hours. Too soon the sun rose high in the sky & disappeared from view, leaving us bereft and staring at blue.”

“I want to escape from myself. For when I do start up and stare myself seedily in the face, as happens to be my case at present, my blankness is inconceivable--indescribable--my misery amazing.”

“They looked at each other for a while their gazes steady, unblinking. It was the way people stare at each other not when they're in love but afterward, when they finally realize all the many horrible and beautiful things locked up within that love.”

“As long as the sun rose each day, as long as they could behold it, there life was secure.”