Youth, have no pity; leave no farthing here For age to invest in compromise and fear.

But she was not made for any man, and she will never be all mine.

They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now

SHE is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine. She has more hair than she needs; In the sun ’tis a woe to me! And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea. She loves me all that she can, And her ways to my ways resign; But she was not made for any man, And she never will be all mine.

Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well; why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell.

The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.

Blessed be Death, that cuts in marble What would have sunk to dust!