But such things are but clouds, and cannot but pass.

Ah, reader! it may be your cloud has not yet passed, and you scorn to hear it called one, priding yourself that your trouble is eternal.

But just because you are eternal, your trouble cannot be.

You may cling to it, and brood over it, but you cannot keep it from either blossoming into a bliss, or crumbling to dust.

Be such while it lasts, that, when it passes, it shall leave you loving more, not less.
There was this difference between Cosmo and most young men of clay finer than ordinary, that, after the first few moments of the seemingly unendurable, he did not wander about moody, nursing his sorrow, and making everybody uncomfortable because he was uncomfortable; but sought the more the company of his father, and of Mr.Simon, from whom he had been much separated while Lady Joan was with them.