The Horrors Of War, Pale Beside The

The Horrors Of War, Pale Beside The Loss Of A Mother

Why Do We Go Around Acting As Though Everything Was Friendship And Reliability When Basically Everything Everywhere Is Full Of Sudden Hate And Ugliness?

In Our Dreams We Can Have Our Eggs Cooked Exactly How We Want Them, But We Can't Eat Them.

Create Around One At Least A Small Circle Where Matters Are Arranged As One Wants Them To Be.

It Is Only When Parental Feelings Are Ineffective Or Too Ambivalent Or When The Mother's Emotions Are Temporarily Engaged Elsewhere That Children Feel Lost.