A little of much

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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message ‘He is Dead’.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.

- W.H. Auden (via q-dot)

The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.

- Ernest Hemingway, Men Without Women (via justechoesoffthewall)

I was so sentimental about you I’d break any one’s heart for you. My, I was a damned fool. I broke my own heart, too. It’s broken and gone. Everything I believe in and everything I cared about I left for you because you were so wonderful and you loved me so much that love was all that mattered. Love was the greatest thing, wasn’t it?

- Ernest Hemingway, To Have And Have Not (via introspectivepoet)

We loved with a love that was more than love.

- Edgar Allan Poe (via story-dj)

Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.

- E.E. Cummings (via railway-buddleia)

The problem with loving is that pets don’t last long enough and people last too long.

- E. E. Cummings (via monotonouscrush)

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