My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.

Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.

Can I ever know you / Or you know me?

I shall not let a sorrow die Until I find the heart of it, Nor let a wordless joy go by Until it talks to me a bit.

Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation.

Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass.

My soul is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain.

I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.

Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

What we have never had, remains; It is the things we have that go.

I shall gather myself into my self again, I shall take my scattered selves and make them one.

When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange - my youth.

Only by love is life made real.

look for a lovely thing and you will find it, it is not far, it never will be far

It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.

I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.

I'm sorry I couldn't carry the ball over the finish line, but, man, I did try.

When people say negative things or speculate, you can't help but feel hurt.