Jen Leduc

“Dark house, by which once more I stand
Here in the long unlovely street,
Doors, where my heart was used to beat
So quickly, waiting for a hand,

A hand that can be clasp'd no more -
Behold me, for I cannot sleep,
And like a guilty thing I creep
At earliest morning to the door.

He is not here; but far away
The noise of life begins again,
And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain
On the bald street breaks the blank day.”
― Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam

“Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.”
― Marcel Proust

“Life is always going to be stranger than fiction, because fiction has to be convincing, and life doesn't.”
― Neil Gaiman