How can I express the darkness?

I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.

Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.

Ruin, weariness, death, perpetually death, stand grimly to confront the other presence of Elizabethan drama which is life: life compact of frigates, fir trees and ivory, of dolphins and the juice of July flowers, of the milk of unicorns and panthers’ breath, of ropes of pearl, brains of peacocks and Cretan wine.

The world is crammed with delightful things

I often wish I'd got on better with your father,' he said.

Romantic Love is only an Illusion. A story one makes up in One's Mind about Another Person.