“Come Come, even with anguish, even to torture my heart; Come, even if only to abandon me…

Come Come, even with anguish, even to torture my heart; Come, even if only to abandon me to torment again. Come, if not for our past commerce, Then to faithfully fulfill the ancient barbaric rituals. Who else can recite the reasons for our separation? Come, despite your reluctance, to continue the litanies, the ceremony. Respect, even if only a little, the depth of my love for you; Come, someday, to offer me consolation as well. Too long you have deprived me of the pathos of longing; Come again, my love, if only to make me weep. Till now, my heart still suffers some slight expectation; So come, snuff out even the last flickering torch of hope

Ahmad Faraz

Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act.

Truman Capote

The word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.

Carl Jung