When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough. – Maurice Maeterlinck, Wisdom and Destiny, 1901, translated by Alfred Sutro

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough. – Maurice Maeterlinck, Wisdom and Destiny, 1901, translated by Alfred Sutro