The dream is gone, the heart is broken, and staying is just to prepare for leaving.
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This is often the case with unfortunate people: they cherish life, but see hell behind them....
am uneasy at heart when I have to leave my accustomed shelter; I forget that there abides the old in the new, and that there also thou abidest.
It was an age of miracles, it was an age of art, it was an age of excess, and it was an age of satire.