Quotes for Visiting hour (11)
What seems a corpse is trundled into a lift and vanishes heavenward
I will not feel, I will not feel, until i have to
Their slender waists miraculously carrying their burden of so much pain.
So much pain, so many deaths
Their eyes still clear after so many farewells
Nurses walk lightly, swiftly, here and up and down and there
She lies in a white cave of forgetfulness
A withered hand trembles on its stalk
Black figure in her white cave
Books that will not be read and fruitless fruits
Eyes move behind eyelids too heavy to raise