It isn't enough for your heart to break because everybody's heart is broken now. I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.
Nothing ends nicely, that's why it ends.
Corneille She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts. When the heart grieves over what is has lost, the spirit rejoices over what it has left. In private grief with careless scorn. In public seem to triumph and not to mourn. The only cure for grief is action.