“Let them be. Let them lie unspoken of, in his breast. However distinctly or indistinctly he entertained these thoughts, he arrived at the conclusion, Let them be. Among the mighty store of wonderful chains that are for ever forging, day and night, in the vast iron-works of time and circumstance, there was one chain forged in the moment of that small conclusion, riveted to the foundations of heaven and earth, and gifted with invincible force to hold and drag.”

“Even grief sobbed itself out in time; only Time was good for sorrow,Time who saw the passing of each mood, each emotion in turn; Time the layer-to-rest.”

I still miss you. I don't suppose that’s ever going to change is it angel.