It's incredible how the pain of the soul is misunderstood. If you're hit by a bullet or a splinter they start immediately screaming quick-nurse-help-him, if you break a leg they'll, should you have a sore throat they'll give you medicine. If your heart is in pieces and you're so desperate that you can't speak, instead, they don't even realize. Yet pain in the soul is a worse illness than a broken leg and a sore throat, it's wounds are deeper and more dangerous than those inflicted by a bullet or a splinter. They're wounds that don't heal, those, wounds that start bleeding again at every pretext.

Oriana Fallaci

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