Abigail

“So now I have sworn to bury
All this dead body of hate
I feel so free and so clear
By the loss of that dead weight”
― Alfred, Lord Tennyson

“People get sick and sometimes they get better and sometimes they don't. And it doesn't matter if the sickness is cancer or if it's depression. Sometimes the drugs work and sometimes they don't. Sometimes the drugs work for a while and then they stop. Sometimes the alternative stuff works and sometimes it doesn't. And sometimes you wonder if no outside interference makes any difference at all; if an illness is like a storm, if it simply has to run its course and, at the end of it, depending on how robust you are, you will be alive. Or you will be dead.”
― Marian Keyes, The Mystery of Mercy Close

“Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.”
― Alfred Lord Tennyson, The Charge of the Light Brigade

“She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.”
― Alfred Lord Tennyson, The Lady of Shalott