When two people part it is the one who is not in love who makes the tender speeches.
—
Marcel Proust.
Mills writes, “I immediately thought of those times I’d offered the soft consolatory words, and felt ashamed; then I thought of those times someone had tried to pacify me as they left, and felt freshly wounded. He’s utterly right.”
Makes me think of Auden:
“How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.”
