These men are worth your tears. You are not worth their merriment.

About This Quote

To fall in love is the biggest mistake one can make. There is no greater pain than to let go of the person you love because of their own actions. To them, you are not worth their merriment, but to us, they are worth our tears. These men are the ones that will be crying for us when we are gone. They are the ones who will take care of us every day until the day we no longer exist.

Source: The Poems Of Wilfred Owen

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5. All a poet can do today is warn.

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