Here we suffer grief and pain, Here we meet to part again; In Heaven we part no more. - Thomas Hardy

Jude continued his walk homeward alone, pondering so deeply that he forgot to feel timid. He suddenly grew older. It had been the yearning of his heart to find something to anchor on, to cling to — for some place which he could call admirable. Should he find that place in this city if he could get there? Would it be a spot in which, without fear of farmers, or hindrance, or ridicule, he could watch and wait, and set himself to some mighty undertaking like the men of old of whom he had heard? As the halo had been to his eyes when gazing at it a quarter of an hour earlier, so was the spot mentally to him as he pursued his dark way.

I think of people more kindly when I am away from them.

"Well, if you wanted to love me, why do you blow so hot and cold?
Why do you... keep tantalizing me" -Angel