“I forgive them their unhappiness, I forgive them for walking out of the world. But I don’t forgive them for turning their faces away, for taking off their veils and dancing for death – for hurtling toward oblivion on the sharp blades of their exquisite poems, saying: this is the way.”

“I forgive them their unhappiness, I forgive them for walking out of the world. But I don’t forgive them for turning their faces away, for taking off their veils and dancing for death – for hurtling toward oblivion on the sharp blades of their exquisite poems, saying: this is the way.”

— Mary Oliver