I wish I could give you my pain just for one moment so you can understand how much you hurt me.
It’s sad to know I’m done. But looking back, I’ve got a lot of great memories.
There is one pain, I often feel, which you will never know. It’s caused by the absence of you.
Some people are going to leave, but that’s not the end of your story. That’s the end of their part in your story.
The display of grief makes more demands than grief itself. How few men are sad in their own company.