When it is time to part, then it is time to part. There should be no regrets. The beauty of marriage is like the fleeting perfection of a snowflake. – Deng Ming-Dao
O rose, who dares to name thee? No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet, But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubblewheat,– Kept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame thee. – Elizabeth Barrett Browning
[I]f the horne have this situation, and be so forwardly affixed, as is described, it will not be easily conceived, how it can feed from the ground… – Thomas Browne (1605–1682)
