And, to our bitter grief, with a smile and in silence, he died, a gallant gentleman.
- Bram Stoker, Dracula
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And, to our bitter grief, with a smile and in silence, he died, a gallant gentleman.
- Bram Stoker, Dracula
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“I heard a heart beating inside me that wasn’t mine.”
— Clarice Lispector, from The Complete Stories: “The Foreign Legion,”
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“Forgive me for using only black & white but sadness seems sadder when told in color, a yellow shout of daffodils now gone with a hand that can no longer be held.”
— Greg Sellers, from “A Lament in Black & White,” lines found among a folder of lost, unfinished poems
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“The shadows of late afternoon and the odors of honeysuckle are a congruent sadness. Everything is easy but wrong.”
— Robert Hass, from “Old Dominion,” Praise (Ecco, 1979)
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I'm in pain because the day is ending and somehow l am never healing.
Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters