"We either forgive or we hold a grudge. Forgiveness comes from love, which is our humanity in its purest form. Grudges are like never-ending storms. If you hold one of those in your heart long enough, they grow big and destroy everything in its path."
"He didn't care that he was in pain. His rage was stronger than the hangover he was experiencing. He beat her until his knuckles bled..."
"Her black dress made her skin look whiter, even mourning looked good on her."
The Story of Women Who Persisted