Whether you call my heart affectionate, or you call it womanish: I confess, that to my misfortune, it is soft.Ovid
Nothing becomes so offensive so quickly as grief. When fresh it finds someone to console it, but when it becomes chronic, it is ridiculed, and rightly.Lucius Annaeus Seneca
I barely remembered my father; I'm confused between genuine memory and the few photographs that survived.Tom Stoppard
Vocations which we wanted to pursue, but didn't, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence.Honoré de Balzac
