You have never, I think, known real Grief — panic, melancholia, madness, night-sweats, we've all known for most of our lives — you and me particularl… - Diana Cooper

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You have never, I think, known real Grief — panic, melancholia, madness, night-sweats, we've all known for most of our lives — you and me particularly. I'm not sure you know human love in the way I do. You have faith and mysticism — intense inner interests — a diverting, virile mind — gusto for vengeance and destruction if necessary, a fancy — a gospel. What you can't imagine is a creature with a certain iridescent aura and nothing within but a beating frightened heart built round and for Duff. . . For two days I am quite alone — in these empty rooms with one thought one prayer — "let it end now" — an absurd feminine desire to die in the same way exactly as Duff. [ I have now a ] fearlessness of death — so let it come now before custom of living disinclines me for dying.

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About Diana Cooper

Lady Diana Cooper, born Lady Diana Manners (29 August 1892 – 16 June 1986) was a British actress and author, wife of Duff Cooper, 1st Viscount Norwich, becoming Diana, Viscountess Norwich in 1951 — a title she is said to have abhorred, publicly declaring that she declined to be called "Lady Norwich" and would continue to use "Lady Diana Cooper".

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Birth Name: Lady Diana Olivia Winifred Maud Manners
Native Name: Lady Diana Cooper
Alternative Names: Lady Diana Manners Diana Manners Diana Cooper, Viscountess Norwich Diana Olivia Winifred Maud Manners Diana Norwich Diana Olivia Winifred Maud Cooper

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It has always been my temptation to put myself in other people's shoes: even into a horse's shoes as he strains before the heavy dray; into a ballerina's points as she feels age weigh upon her spring; into Cinderella's slippers as she danced till midnight; into the jackboot that kicks; into the Tommy's boots that tramp; into the magic seven-leaguers. With experience of age I have learned to control this habit of sympathy which deforms truth.

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