Diana Cooper Zitate

Letter to Evelyn Waugh (1 January 1954)
Kontext: You have never, I think, known real Grief — panic, melancholia, madness, night-sweats, we've all known for most of our lives — you and me particularly. I'm not sure you know human love in the way I do. You have faith and mysticism — intense inner interests — a diverting, virile mind — gusto for vengeance and destruction if necessary, a fancy — a gospel.
What you can't imagine is a creature with a certain iridescent aura and nothing within but a beating frightened heart built round and for Duff... For two days I am quite alone — in these empty rooms with one thought one prayer — "let it end now" — an absurd feminine desire to die in the same way exactly as Duff. [ I have now a ] fearlessness of death — so let it come now before custom of living disinclines me for dying.

Letter to Evelyn Waugh (1 January 1954)
Kontext: You have never, I think, known real Grief — panic, melancholia, madness, night-sweats, we've all known for most of our lives — you and me particularly. I'm not sure you know human love in the way I do. You have faith and mysticism — intense inner interests — a diverting, virile mind — gusto for vengeance and destruction if necessary, a fancy — a gospel.
What you can't imagine is a creature with a certain iridescent aura and nothing within but a beating frightened heart built round and for Duff... For two days I am quite alone — in these empty rooms with one thought one prayer — "let it end now" — an absurd feminine desire to die in the same way exactly as Duff. [ I have now a ] fearlessness of death — so let it come now before custom of living disinclines me for dying.

&quot;Winston and Clementine&quot; http://www.winstonchurchill.org/i4a/pages/index.cfm?pageid=761 <br class="br">Kontext: It has always been my temptation to put myself in other people&#x27;s shoes: even into a horse&#x27;s shoes as he strains before the heavy dray; into a ballerina&#x27;s points as she feels age weigh upon her spring; into Cinderella&#x27;s slippers as she danced till midnight; into the jackboot that kicks; into the Tommy&#x27;s boots that tramp; into the magic seven-leaguers. With experience of age I have learned to control this habit of sympathy which deforms truth.