just remember to continue breathing
Every sorrow, every pang of wounded love, or doubt, or jealousy, or despair, is a fact-a fact once, and a fact for ever; to be outlived, but very rarely to be forgotten; leaving such an impression upon our lives as no future joys can quite wear out. The murder has been done, and the hands are red. The words have been cast out, and the hearts are broken. The sorrow has been suffered; and, however beautiful Happiness may be to us, she can never be the bright virginal creature she once was; for she has passed the valley of the shadow of death, and we have discovered that she is not immortal. (Aurora Floyd)