"I caught myself in the act of focusing on her temples
and automatically analyzing the succession of appropriately graded colors
which death was imposing on her motionless face."
-- Claude Monet
|Weathered bronze cemetery face 9-2-13|
"There is much pain that is quite noiseless ...
kept secret by the sufferer committed to no sound
except that of low moans in the night,
seen in no writing except that made on the face
by the slow months of suppressed anguish
and early morning tears."
-- George Eliot