…the heart has no tears to give,–it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence. — Harriet Beecher Stowe
Love- what is love? A great and aching heart; Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair — Robert Louis Stevenson
Oppression does not make for hearts as big as all outdoors. Oppression makes us big and small. Expressive and silenced. Deep and dead. — Cherre L Moraga