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You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.
Ernest Hemingway - A Moveable Feast

The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart.
St. Jerome

I never forget a face, but in your case I'll be glad to make an exception.
Groucho Marx

Within You, Without You - The Beatles