When trees burn, they leave the smell of heartbreak in the air.

Once you had put the pieces back together, even though you may look intact, you were never quite the same as you'd been before the fall.

Campbell" Julia says "Don't do this to me"
"Do what?"
"Push me off the same cliff twice

Do you know what it's like to give your whole self to a person, and your whole heart to boot, until you've got nothing left to give- and then realize that it still isn't whay they need?

Where is the pride of Summer,--the green prime,-- The many, many leaves all twinkling?--three On the mossed elm; three on the naked lime Trembling,--and one upon the old oak tree! Where is the Dryad's immortality?

Oh, leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, space the beechen tree!