But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment, in which each feels that the other is feeling something, having once existed, its effect is not to be done away with.
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Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met - or never parted, We had read more
Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met - or never parted, We had never been broken-hearted.
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, read more
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
In secret we met - In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should read more
In secret we met - In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? - With silence and tears.
One may discover a new side to his most intimate friend when for the first time he hears him speak read more
One may discover a new side to his most intimate friend when for the first time he hears him speak in public. He will be stranger to him as he is more familiar to the audience. The longest intimacy could not foretell how he would behave then.
When the heart grieves over what is has lost, the spirit rejoices over what it has left.
When the heart grieves over what is has lost, the spirit rejoices over what it has left.
Nothing becomes so offensive so quickly as grief. When fresh it finds someone to console it, but when it becomes read more
Nothing becomes so offensive so quickly as grief. When fresh it finds someone to console it, but when it becomes chronic, it is ridiculed, and rightly.
Little drops of rain Whisper of the pain Tears of love Lost in the days gone by.
Little drops of rain Whisper of the pain Tears of love Lost in the days gone by.
Crying is the only way your eyes speak when your mouth cant explain how things made your heart broken. It's read more
Crying is the only way your eyes speak when your mouth cant explain how things made your heart broken. It's normal!
She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make read more
She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.
