Quotes

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year’s bitter loving must remain.

- Edna St. Vincent Millay

“After all–after all that is bewitching in the idea of one’s happiness depending entirely on one person, it is not always possible. We must accept.”