No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.― C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
- Federal Building, Los Angeles on July 20, 2012
It makes me think of this poem about escapism:
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
― William Butler Yeats
