[She] looked as if her nerves were quivering with the expectation that something would be thrown at her. But she never had anything worse than words to dread.

I saw Eternity the other night, Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm, as it was bright, And round beneath it, Time, in hours, days, years, Driven by the spheres, Like a vast shadow moved, in which the world And all her train were hurled.

One of the terrible fallacies of contemporary psychotherapy is that if people would just say how they felt, a lot of problems could be solved.

Written By Elizabeth Wurtzel

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