Oh, if I could put some of my reckless spirit into these discreet cautious lazy men!
She died praying that she might die.
I do not allow myself vain regrets or foreboding.
The weight that hangs upon our eyelids - is of lead.
Is the sea drying up? It is going up into mist and coming down on us in this water spout, the rain. It raineth every day, and the weather represents our tearful despair on a large scale.
Forgiveness is indifference. Forgiveness is impossible while love lasts.