Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.
It was among farmers and potato diggers and old men in workhouses and beggars at my own door that I found what was beyond these and yet farther beyond that drawingroom poet of my childhood in the expression of love, and grief, and the pain of parting, that are the disclosure of the individual soul.
The logs of wood which move down the river together Are driven apart by every wave. Such inevitable parting Should not be the cause of misery.
They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.