“What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain-- What is gone is gone.”

“song of elli (old age)"What is plucked will grow again,What is slain lives on,What is stolen will remainWhat is gone is gone...What is sea-born dies on land,Soft is trod upon.What is given burns the hand -What is gone is gone...Here is there, and high is low;All may be undone.What is true, no two men know -What is gone is gone...Who has choices need not choose.We must, who have none.We can love but what we lose -What is gone is gone.”

“One can't ever be sure what is more valuable: what has gone away, or what remains.”

“Well, it is a particular sin to permit grief for what is gone to poison the praise for what blessings remain to us.”

“Betrayal is the deepest wound. Betrayal is what remains of love, when love has gone.”

“What would the public do when Halloween had come and gone but the monsters still remained?”