It?s the same with people who say, ?Whatever

It?s the same with people who say, ?Whatever doesn?t kill you makes you stronger.? Even people who say this must realize that the exact opposite is true. What doesn?t kill you maims you, cripples you, leaves you weak, makes you whiny and full of yourself at the same time. The more pain, the more pompous you get. Whatever doesn?t kill you makes you incredibly annoying.
— Rob Sheffield, Love Is a Mix Tape

When You Are Old” WHEN you are old and

When You Are Old”

WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
— W.B. Yeats

You?ll get over it? It?s the clich?s that

You?ll get over it? It?s the clich?s that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don?t get over it because ?it is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?
— Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body