how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

I miss it every minute, and I have no wish at all to go back.

We long to have again the vanished past, in spite of all its pain.

But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?

There’s a ghost of a dream that you don’t even try to shake free off because you’re too in love with the way she haunts you.

We lie in wait for the right moment and the just cause, which, at this moment, is simply wanting to live.