I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.
Though lovers be lost love shall not.
The moment of a miracle is unending lightning.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Hands have not tears to flow.
Life always offers you a second chance. is called tomorrow.