“Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.”
“How did it happen that their lips came together?
How does it happen that birds sing,
that snow melts, that the rose unfolds,
that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees
on the quivering summit of the hill?
A kiss, and all was said.”
(Sneaky Snap Edit by Lord Hicks)