Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.
“To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world . . .
Heat and cold are the most tormenting and the most hurtful over and over again.
