“And all the winds go sighing, For sweet things dying”

“There's night and day, brother, both sweet things; sun, moon, and stars, brother, all sweet things; there's likewise a wind on the heath. Life is very sweet, brother; who would wish to die?”

“I did that girly little sighing thing you do when you can't handle all the sweetness anymore and bit my lip.”

“The one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to admit it) in death. But who wants to die?”

“Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind, and you my friend, my new fun thing, my summer fling.”

“When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtI summon up remembrance of things past,I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought...”