Do human beings ever realize life while they live it ?-every, every minute? - Thornton Wilder

For what human ill does not dawn seem to be an alleviation?

The very angels themselves cannot persuade the wretched and blundering children on earth as can one human being broken on the wheels of living.

You swore you loved me, and laughed and warned me that you would not love me forever.
I did not hear you. You were speaking in a language I did not understand. Never, never, I can conceive of a love which is able to foresee its own termination. Love is its own eternity. Love is in every moment of its being: all time. It is the only glimpse we are permitted of what eternity is. So I did not hear you. The words were nonsense.