Cornelia FunkeWomen were different, no doubt about it. Men broke so much more quickly. Grief didn't break women. Instead it wore them down, it hollowed them out very slowly.
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Women are different. Men may be quicker to break down in sorrow, but women are more resilient. They don't break down in the same way men do. Instead, they wear themselves down through the years of loss.
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