There was something ultimately lonely, he thought, about the process of healing. Nobody could really help you. All they could do was be reasonably attentive to your needs.
"Amid the Walking Wounded", Peaceable Kingdom, Jack Ketchum
Mother and daughter met between the steps, and Remath took Shahar's left hand in her right. Then - with such casual grace that they had to have practiced it dozens of times - both women turned to the Avenue of Nobles and raised their free hands to Dekarta, in clear welcome.
"I think sometimes when we find love we pretend it away, or ignore it, or tell ourselves we're imagining it. Because it's the most painful kind of hope there is. It can be ripped away so easily. By indifference. By death. By...the need for a political marriage. Or maybe that last one is just me."
Raseed nodded with a grim relish. "Ghul hunting in the dark."
Adoulla smiled in spite of himself, feeling buoyed just a bit by his assistent's indefatigability.
"Aye. And only a sword-for-brains little madman like yourself would be excited by the prospect."
Saladin Ahmed - Throne of the Crescent Moon, Book One, Page 45-46
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