In most women's lives, everything, even the greatest sorrow, comes down to a question of 'I haven't got a thing to wear'. - Marcel Proust

This was not to say, however, that she did not long, at times, for some greater change, that she did not experience some of those exceptional moments when one thirsts for something other than what is, and when those who, through lack of energy or imagination, are unable to generate any motive power in themselves, cry out, as the clock strikes or the postman knocks, for something new, even if it worse, some emotion, some sorrow..; however cruel.

Those who have played a big part in one’s life very rarely disappear from it suddenly for good. They return to it at odd moments … before leaving it for good.

آموخت که آدم به غیبت عادت می­کند و این عادت به نبودن عزیزان از نبودنشان ناگوارتر است.