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.

A divorce is like an amputation; you survive, but there's less of you.

A divorce is like an amputation; you survive, but there's less of you.

If you said good-bye to me tonight, There would still be music left to write.

If you said good-bye to me tonight, There would still be music left to write.

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.

What right have I to grieve, who have not ceased to wonder?

What right have I to grieve, who have not ceased to wonder?

Pain hardens, and great pain hardens greatly, whatever the comforters say, and suffering does not ennoble, though it may occasionally read more

Pain hardens, and great pain hardens greatly, whatever the comforters say, and suffering does not ennoble, though it may occasionally lend a certain rigid dignity of manner to the suffering frame.

Well has it been said that there is no grief like the grief which does not speak.

Well has it been said that there is no grief like the grief which does not speak.

Sorrow is the great idealizer.

Sorrow is the great idealizer.

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.