Tis time, my friend, ’tis time! For rest the heart is aching; Days follow days in flight, and every day is taking, Fragments of being, while together you and I, Make plans to live. Look, all is dust, and we shall die.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN
Don’t be sad, don’t be angry, if life deceives you! Submit to your grief – your time for joy will come, believe me.
