I am tired, in the heart, in the mind, in the body.

I want to lie down somewhere and sleep for days." Kathlyn reached out, touched his hand and patted it.

She knew.

The pain and terror in his heart were not born of his own miseries but of theirs, hers and Winnie's.
"Why doesn't my brain snap ?" she queried inwardly.

"Why doesn't the thread break?
Why can't I cry out and laugh and grow hysterical like other women ?" "I shall take charge of everything," continued Ramabai.