|When you leave, weary of me, without a word I shall gently let you go.
– Kim Sowol (1902-1934)
|We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losmg a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.
– Joseph Roux (1780-1854)
|Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
– Khalil Gibran (1883-1931)