Melodies die out, like the pipe of Pan, with the ears that love them and listen for them.
George EliotMen outlive their love, but they donโt outlive the consequences of their recklessness.
George EliotMelodies die out, like the pipe of Pan, with the ears that love them and listen for them.
George EliotMen outlive their love, but they donโt outlive the consequences of their recklessness.
George Eliot