Robert FrostAh, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?
About This Quote
This quote is a tribute to the people of the world who have been willing to accept the end of a love or a season. We may not like it, but we must accept it and move on. Some people choose to live life as if they can change things and bend reality to their will. But, when the moment comes when reality either kicks them in the face or one of their own is kicked in the face, they are not willing to accept reality or change.
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- Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?