Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day; or the agonies which are have their origins in ecstasies which might have been.
Edgar Allan PoeAnd my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted -- Nevermore!
Edgar Allan PoeTo him, who still would gaze upon the glory of the summer sun, there comes, when that sun will from him part, a sullen hopelessness of heart.
Edgar Allan Poe