You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. You will always run away with her. You will always lose her. You will always be a fool. You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear. You have already done all of this and will do it again.

Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente (I blame Miranda for all of these deathless/asoiaf feels)

Sorrow found us when we were young.

Sorry found me when I was young
Sorrow waited, sorrow won.