the longer they last, the more they hurt, the more they leave you in despair, the more suffering they bring; for the soul can never be purged enough, and there are always new lessons to wait for you when the old ones have been survived, to bring you new wholesome ordeals of educating hard purgative sufferings.
Feeling the disaster of the loss The queen of sorrows unveils herself in darkness not to reveal her widowhood in its utterly awkward nakedness, while sorrows must burst forth in the fury of unutterable grief but is aptly channelled into poetry of beauty more profound than any gaiety. Thus she turns disaster into beauty to become the finest poetess of us all at least in my opinion which can but be sealed with downright sincerity of admiration and compassion without end.
It takes two to make love With a love like yours it's impossible not to wonder who was the seducer of whom. I must confess my conscience strikes me, but still the love you gave me compelled me to requite it. Maybe we both seduced each other and ourselves with this most inextricable love that ever transcends itself in gentleness, none wishing to hurt the other in ever exceeding tenderness.
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