I needed her to stop. Needed not to hear the pain in her voice–to see the way she was twisting the pocketbook strap. If she kept talking, she might break down and tell me everything.

The only way to make a spoilt machine work again is to break it down, work on its inner system and fix it again. Screw out the bolts of your life, examine and work on...

The kind of love bounded by the sympathy will break down by arrogance.