Maria

“Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.”
― Franz Kafka

“Why?” he whispered as he leaned over her, supported on one arm. “Why must ye be the one that haunts me dreams? I’ve seen ye weepin’ night after bloody night since the day I sent ye from me palace with yer dress half undone. If I had it to do over again, I’d cut me own right hand off rather than hurt ye so. Will ye never be able to forgive me, Silence love?”

“I already have,” she replied, cradling his cheek in her hand. “Long, long ago.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, Scandalous Desires

“He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.”
― Elbert Hubbard