“Besides what endless brawls by wives are bred,The curtain lecture makes a mournful bed.”
“Mourning suits us Spanish women.Tragedy turns us into Antigone - maybewe are bred for the part.”
“I like to think that when I fall,A rain-drop in Death's shoreless sea,This shelf of books along the wall,Beside my bed, will mourn for me.”
“I'm not good with hospitals. The endless buildings, trees dotted around like apologies, and inside, it's job functions you can't understand and that air of incomprehensible busyness. Curtained-off beds and death settling like falling snow.”
“Beside me, Edward leaned foward intently, his eyes locked on the brawl. Then Emmett froze.Jasper had him from behind, his teeth and inch from his throat.Emmett cussed.”
“What is bred in the bone will come out in the flesh.”