And did with sighs their fate deplore,Since I must shelter them no more;And if before my joys were such,In having heard, and seen too much,My grief must be as great and high,When all abandoned I shall be,Doomed to a silent destiny. - Aphra Behn
And the next time I reach for my pen,it won’t be to write about you again.The sun will feel warm on my skin once more,and I will get drunk on the colors of the skyinstead of tasting hangovers dripping from strangers’ lips. - Sade Andria Zabala
Fear less, hope more;eat less, chew more;whine less, breathe more;talk less, say more;hate less, love more;and all good things are yours. - Swedish Proverb