Edema Rue

“All that can happen to her has happened. She has endured all, borne all, experienced all, suffered all, lost all, wept for all. She is resigned, with that resignation resembling indifference as death resembles sleep. She shuns nothing now. She fears nothing now. Every cloud falls on her, and the whole ocean sweeps over her! What does it matter to her? The sponge is already saturated. 

So she believed at least, but it is wrong to imagine that one can exhaust one's destiny or fully plumb the depths of anything. 

Alas! What are all these destinies driven helter-skelter? Where do they go? Why are they what they are?

He who knows that sees all darkness.

He is alone. His name is God."

I'm rereading Les Miserables 

I love beautiful writing and...oh storms I'm not going to make it very far without sobbing my soul out.

In other news, it's supposed to snow on Tuesday. Stupid weather, ruining all my plans.