I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses — - F. Scott Fitzgerald

Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses

Everywhere we go and move on and change, something's lost — something's left behind. You can't ever quite repeat anything, and I've been so yours, here —

Once one is caught up into the material world not one person in ten thousand finds the time to form literary taste, to examine the validity of philosophic concepts for himself, or to form what, for lack of a better phrase, I might call the wise and tragic sense of life.

You seem to take things so personally, hating people and worshipping them — always thinking people are so important — especially yourselves. You just ask to be kicked around. I like people and I like them to like me, but I wear my heart where God put it — on the inside.