Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.
I too am not powerless, and my weapons strike hard.
A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.
Let me tell you I am better acquainted with you for a long absence, as men are with themselves for a long affliction: absence does but hold off a friend, to make one see him the truer.
Excessive love in loathing ever ends.
Do not believe hastily.