Till I scarcely more than muttered, “Other friends have flown before — On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”
Edgar Allan Poe is incredible. One of my favorite quotes. How grief will truly stick with you, sadness can turn into happiness, yet return to sadness. With grief, although a loss can be accepted, grief will remain grief.
