Ay, go to the grave of buried love and meditate! There settle the account with thy conscience for every past benefit unrequited - every past endearment unregarded, of that departed being, who can never, never, never return to be soothed by thy contr
A woman is more considerate in affairs of love than a man; because love is more the study and business of her life.
True love will not brook reserve; it feels undervalued and outraged, when even the sorrows of those it loves are concealed from it.
A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands. But a mother's love endures through all.
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.