The Snow Hare

I was told it's the blackest clouds you want to keep an eye on. Behind these clouds lie the gypsies sacks. It's said these sacks contain the world's sorrowful histories. That's why it takes such a wind to drag them along.

Is it better to love or be loved, do you think?" "It's easier to be loved," Ala says, "but better to try to have both.

Suddenly she lurches up, staring ahead at the dark walls, her heart pounding in her chest. "What happens when this ends? What then?" He has her hand and he rubs his lips along the knuckles of her fingers. "We are grateful.

I'm thinking about your father. How that man loved to lie in the sun. Yet he burned a strip off his nose every time. How many summers did he have to learn this, and yet every year- off came another layer of skin. Do you think anyone ever learns anything in life?

Disappointment is a land to which women journey, my dear.

If you embrace all the suffering that life hands out it’s too much to bear. If you refuse to embrace it, what kind of person does it make you?

I was the told it's the blackest clouds you want to keep an eye on. Behind these clouds lie the gypsies sacks. It's said these sacks contain the world's sorrowful histories. That's why it takes such a wind to drag them along.

But there is no joy rising in her, only a cold, congealing sensation of loss. A life has begun and one is being lost, that is what she thinks, looking down at the child. This is the exchange that has been made. That is the truth of it.