Martin Davies
But never had he found a language such as this, a language that seemed to exist only to express immeasurable sadness. As he read he found himself in a world that echoed with longing, where the words for love and pain were heard to tell apart, where loss and regret filled the air like sad music on a still morning. And through it all there was dignity and restraint. No ranting, no despair.
Martin Davies
When words are your daily currency, it can be easy to forget their power.
Martin Davies
But then, as message followed message, she began to see, beneath the greetings and the blessings, beneath the honest words of love, that a common sense of sadness linked each one. It was as if the same sigh of pain breathed through them all, and touched Ming Yueh with an unexpected melancholy.