“To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is (...) at last, to love it for what it is, and then to put it away.” Virginia Woolf
Lady Macbeth:
Why did you bring these daggers from the place?
They must lie there. Go carry them, and smear
The sleepy grooms with blood.
Macbeth:
I'll go no more.
I am afraid to think what I have done;
Look on't again I dare not.
Lady Macbeth:
Infirm of purpose!
Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead
Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood
That fears a painted devil.
Macbeth Act 2, scene 2, 45–52