Once in a stately passion / I cried with desperate grief,/ 'O Lord, my heart is black with guile,/ Of sinners I am chief.'"

The world rolls round forever like a mill; it grinds out death and life and good and ill; it has no purpose, heart or mind or will.

Passion and shame torment him, and rage is mingled with his grief.

Of course you'll live, red-haired lady of my heart: in the twentieth century grief lasts at most a year.

[Exuding a blend of power and sensuality that defied gender expectations, Garbo] made you understand passion, ... She identified the bittersweet quality of love better than any star.

Only Love Can Break Your HeartSummer, you’re unwelcome in my room,leave me be, overwhelmed by grief. Drunk on whiskey from The Pharaoh’s Tomb I’m weak as a pacifist, I’m eaten alive by jealousy, only god knows why. Just like only god knows why Alan said coming out is fab and brilllike falling in love.Summer, be gone! Alan’s gone. Family and friends are gone. Neil Young is right: Only love can break your heart.My heart is unmendable. I am forever in my room, heartbroken, and nobody is there, forever spending my days killing time until time kills me.