When a woman marries she belongs to another man; and when she belongs to another man there is nothing more you can say to her. - Cesare Pavese

Waiting is still an occupation. It is having nothing to wait for that is terrible.

In the mental disturbance and effort of writing, what sustains you is the certainty that on every page there is something left unsaid.

The thing most feared in secret always happens.
I write: oh Thou, have mercy. And then?
All it takes is a little courage.
The more the pain grows clear and definite, the more the instinct for life asserts itself and the thought of suicide recedes.
It seemed easy when I thought of it. Weak women have done it. It takes humility, not pride.
All this is sickening.
Not words. An act. I won't write any more.