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It's odd that you can get so anesthetized by your own pain or your own problem that you don't quite read more
It's odd that you can get so anesthetized by your own pain or your own problem that you don't quite fully share the hell of someone close to you.
In the hope to meet
Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
In the hope to meet
Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent read more
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent friends.
Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.
Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others pain And perish read more
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others pain And perish in our own.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; every little absence is an age.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; every little absence is an age.
Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it read more
Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever.
