love is like an egg white, forms to a chick by eating the yolk of feelings, emotions, romance, trust, suspicion

God is at home, it&#39;s we who have gone out for a walk.

So, we, their hearts, speak more and more softly. We never stop speaking out, but we begin to hope that our words won’t be heard: we don’t want people to suffer because they don’t follow their hearts.

Most mothers worry when their daughters reach adolescence but I was the opposite. I relaxed, I sighed with relief. Little girls are cute and small only to adults. To one another they are not cute. They are life sized.

Written By Margaret Atwood

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