ALONE
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view
...and he loved the sun!... He was tan before and after everyone... and in the sun his hair... became... fleece.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.
There is only one man in my life who has ever... made me happy.
You're all flops. I am the Earth Mother, and you're all flops.
I cry alllll the time; but deep inside, so no one can see me. I cry all the time.
I don't believe you... I just don't believe you. There is no moment... there is no moment any more when we could... come together.
You can go along... forever, and everything's... manageable. You make all sorts of excuses to yourself... you know... this is life...
Probably. I regret everything.
You're always at me when I'm having a good time.