Dianne

“He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.”
― W. H. Auden, Collected Poems

“Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.”
― William Faulkner, The Wild Palms