Still desiring, we live without hope.
Before me things created were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
Love can move the Sun and the stars.
From there we came outside and saw the stars
Thou shall know by experience how salt the savor is of others' bread, and how sad a path it is to climb and descend another's stairs.
At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.