Jennifer

“I wrote at the start that this was a record of hate, and walking there beside Henry towards the evening glass of beer, I found the one prayer that seemed to serve the winter mood: O God, You've done enough, You've robbed me of enough, I'm too tired and old to learn to love, leave me alone forever.”
― Graham Greene, The End of the Affair

“Then she saw him stop and wipe his brow with his handkerchief. Once, twice. And then once again. But she did not see the grin of relief spread over his face. That she did not see because her eyes had filled with tears. And the geraniums, they were just as sad. In any case, that's how they smelled.”
― Wolfgang Borchert, The sad geraniums, and other stories

“By the way, a gendarme assured me this is not a prison.”
― E. E. Cummings, The Enormous Room

“I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked,
And I hadn't been.”
― Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost