It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
The pit closed in, suffocating. Meggie stood there, and realized it was too late.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever; I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Let nothing go that you could keep; for, if it went, you couldn’t get it back.
For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind.
— You got someone special waiting for you?
— Me? No. I've loved and lost for more than one lifetime.