"Amo pli kora, disiĝo pli dolora."
"The more heartfelt the love, the more painful the parting."
"The more heartfelt the love, the more painful the parting."
— Esperanto proverb
Oh, dear, what can I do
Baby's in black and I'm feeling blue
Tell me, oh, what can I do
She thinks of him
And so she dresses in black
And though he'll never come back
She's dressed in black
Oh, how long will it take
'Til she sees the mistake she has made?
Baby's in black and I'm feeling blue
Tell me, oh, what can I do
She thinks of him
And so she dresses in black
And though he'll never come back
She's dressed in black
Oh, how long will it take
'Til she sees the mistake she has made?
— The Beatles, "Baby's In Black"
That was it. There was no one else for me. Second best is no good for me. I would have liked a wife and family, but it was not to be.
— Sir Patrick Moore
See my bony fingertips, these same fingers were crossed when I said ‘til death do us part’... I may be dead, but you're still mine
— Grave Situation, Part 2, The Burning Hell
"When the sun has set, no candle can replace it."
— Loras Tyrell, A Song of Ice and Fire
Lord Grantham: To know great love is to know great misery when one of you dies.
Tom Branson: I know.
Tom Branson: I know.
"You have put your heart in the marble urn with the ashes."
— Alvaro, The Rose Tattoo
The Detective: Will we ever see each other again?
Dolores Dei/Dora: I won't see you but you will see me.
The Detective: How can that be?
Dolores Dei/Dora: Oh Harry, this is a dream, can't you see? I'm already in Mirova by now. Who knows how long ago this happened? A year, two, five years ago?
The Detective: How will I see you again then?
Dolores Dei/Dora: Right here. Tomorrow night. Once this dream starts happening it keeps happening — three times a week. At least. And, Harry, it seems like it's started happening again. There's the video rental... I'm suffocatingly beautiful. And young. And I smell of tutti frutti chewing gum — like I did that time I asked you for forgiveness. After leaving you the first time, so long ago...
The Detective: But this is intolerably bad.
Dolores Dei/Dora: Oh yes. This is real darkness. It's not death, or war, or child molestation. Real darkness have love for a face. The first death is in the heart, Harry.
The Detective: (said without any player input) See you tomorrow.
Dolores Dei/Dora: I won't see you but you will see me.
The Detective: How can that be?
Dolores Dei/Dora: Oh Harry, this is a dream, can't you see? I'm already in Mirova by now. Who knows how long ago this happened? A year, two, five years ago?
The Detective: How will I see you again then?
Dolores Dei/Dora: Right here. Tomorrow night. Once this dream starts happening it keeps happening — three times a week. At least. And, Harry, it seems like it's started happening again. There's the video rental... I'm suffocatingly beautiful. And young. And I smell of tutti frutti chewing gum — like I did that time I asked you for forgiveness. After leaving you the first time, so long ago...
The Detective: But this is intolerably bad.
Dolores Dei/Dora: Oh yes. This is real darkness. It's not death, or war, or child molestation. Real darkness have love for a face. The first death is in the heart, Harry.
The Detective: (said without any player input) See you tomorrow.
When my husband died, people kept telling me not to cry. People kept trying to help me to forget. But I didn't want to forget.
— Ms. Myers, Bridge to Terabithia
