I have seen a peaceful expression turn to anger as fast as a whip cracks, and so the look on the face might mean less than what it seems to be.
I take care of my things. After all, those of us as has few things to begin with must take care, lest we have fewer.
Having a baby's sweet face so close to your own, for so long a time as it takes to nurse 'em, is a great tonic for a sad soul.
I felt despair. Though it seems to me now there's two kinds of it: the sort that causes a person to surrender and then the sort I had which made me take risks and make plans.
I have found that it don't really matter if you're brought up fine or rough, but that it helps to have someone to spill your sorrows to.
I have never cared much for fish - it floats in the belly as much as in the pond.
Losing a baby is not a thing that you could ever get used to.
If you're servant enough, you can shrink into the shadows, even in the bright morning sun and even if you're large enough to often block it.