"You get really disillusioned, because you thought you were in love. But you realize that you're just alone."

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the way with Ireland is that no sooner do you get away from her than the golden mists begin to close about her, and she lies, an Island of the Blest, something enchanted in our dreams. When you come back you may think you are disillusioned, but you know well that the fairy mists will begin to gather about her once more.

— Katharine Tynan