The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal, every other affliction to forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open; this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.
May Sarton
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"There is only one real deprivation, I decided this morning, and that is
not to be able to give one's gifts to those one loves most."
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