How happy to meet, how sorry to part.
– Adam Anderson
The war went on
violent and bloody, sad and wily,
and she was lost
some where in it
and each moment,
each tick of the clock,
I thought of her –
I thought of the argument we’d had
before she’d gone out the door.
Some day I hope, I pray,
I will see her again
and if I do
so help me God
I will tell her
I am sorry.
by matt at shadow of iris
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Arabella: Why must I be sorry?
Evergreen: Because I am going to leave you. When you are my Wife, you must be sorry always in my absence, and glad in my presence.
– Hannah Crowley
Nature and sorrow and tenderness are the true genius of such things; and something of these I find in several parts of it … poetical ornaments are foreign to the purpose, for they only show a man is not sorry – and devotion worse; for it teaches him that he ought not to be sorry, which is all the pleasure of the thing.
Recanting goodness, sorry ere ’tis shown:
But where there is true friendship, there needs
– William Shakespeare