Eleanor B

“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.”
― C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

“because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.”
― J. Krishnamurti

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
― Albert Camus