When a child receives the message, even subtly or indirectly, that his emotions don't matter, he will grow up feeling, somewhere deep inside, that he himself doesn't matter.

Unhappiness in a child accumulates because he sees no end to the dark tunnel. The thirteen weeks of a term might just as well be thirteen years.

Without God, the universe is an empty space, and emptiness is the most terrible feeling you can have." – Ernesto.

But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes. The heart of a hurt child can shrink so that forever afterward it is hard and pitted as the seed of a peach. Or again, the heart of such a child may fester and swell until it is a misery to carry within the body, easily chafed and hurt by the most ordinary things.

To be captured as a trophy and than have our emotions neglected is tragic. We might as well be stuffed and mounted on a wall!

Being empty makes me whole sometimes. I wonder if every hollow hole has its own solidity of fulfillment