The most important things are the hardest things to say.
They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them – words shrink the things that seemed
limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out.
But it’s more than that, isn’t it?
The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like
landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away.
And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not
understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you
almost cried while you were saying it.
That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller,
but for want of an understanding ear.
~Stephen King, taken from the novel ‘Different Seasons’
Windmill at sunset, Inavale, NE
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