Had any poet adequately described the wretched ugliness of a loved one turned inside out with grief?

But history is a faithless teller whose cruel recourse to hindsight makes fools of its actors.

Rejection is a cancer, Edie. It eats away at a person.

Oh, Grey, no one really likes keeping secrets. The only thing that makes a secret fun is knowing that you weren't supposed to tell it.

You'll beat this. I know it doesn't feel like it, but you will. You're a survivor." "I don't want to survive it." "I know that, too," Nell had said. "And it's fair enough. But sometimes we don't have a choice.

Oh, there was harm indeed for a young lady flattered by the brief attentions of a handsome man.

Photographs force us to see people before their future weighed them down, before they knew their endings.