Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again.
There's a certain nostalgia and romance in a place you left.
...the air so still it aches like the place where the tooth was on the morning after you’ve been to the dentist or aches like your heart in the bosom when you stand on the street corner waiting for the light to change and happen to recollect how things once were and how they might have been yet if what happened had not happened.
Seems like only a year ago they were married nine years!
Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.
Every mile was redolent of associations, which she would not have missed for the world, but each of which made her cry upon 'the days that are no more' with ineffable longing.
