When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions. – William Shakespeare
Absence from those we love is self from self – a deadly banishment. – William Shakespeare

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions. – William Shakespeare
Absence from those we love is self from self – a deadly banishment. – William Shakespeare
Cowards die many times before their deaths the valiant never taste of death but once. – William Shakespeare