Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.
George EliotLife is very difficult. It seems right to me sometimes that we should follow our strongest feelings; but then such feelings continually come across the ties that all our former life has made for us,--the ties that have made others dependent on us,--and would cut them in two.
George Eliot