Yuks

“She put her face against Glinda's and kissed her. 'Hold out, if you can,' she murmured, and kissed her again. 'Hold out, my sweet.'
[...] It was astounding how quickly she became camouflaged in the ragamuffin variety of street life on the Emerald City. Or maybe it was foolish tears blurring Glinda's vision. Elphaba hadn't cried, of course. Her head had turned quickly as she stepped down, not to hide her tears but to soften the fact of their absence. But the sting, to Glinda, was real.”
― Gregory Maguire, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West

“The most painful state of being is remembering the future, particularly the one you'll never have.”
― Søren Kierkegaard