My candle burns at both ends;
it will not last the night;
but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -
it gives a lovely light!
“And I felt like my heart had been so thoroughly and irreparably broken that there could be no real joy again, that at best there might eventually be a little contentment. Everyone wanted me to get help and rejoin life, pick up the pieces and move on, and I tried to, I wanted to, but I just had to lie in the mud with my arms wrapped around myself, eyes closed, grieving, until I didn’t have to anymore.”
― Anne Lamott
“Lines
I die but when the grave shall press
The heart so long endeared to thee
When earthy cares no more distress
And earthy joys are nought to me.
Weep not, but think that I have past
Before thee o’er the sea of gloom.
Have anchored safe and rest at last
Where tears and mouring can not come.
‘Tis I should weep to leave thee here
On that dark ocean sailing drear
With storms around and fears before
And no kind light to point the shore.
But long or short though life may be
‘Tis nothing to eternity.
We part below to meet on high
Where blissful ages never die.”
— Emily Brontë
“…oaths and anchors equally will drag: naught else abides on fickle earth but unkept promises of joy.”
― Herman Melville
