" When a heart breaks it makes no noise. There are no outward signs, no rash, no bruising. Only a strange calmness that takes over when there are no more tears to shed and no more voice left to howl one's greed into the silence and the resignation that numbs one's senses like a drug, for how else would one be able to go on? People survive in spite of themselves. "

― Santa Montefiore , The Forget Me Not Sonata