Much like trains in India, grief is a circular, irrational process with no discernible rhythm or timetable. Here it comes, there it goes. ― Suzanne Finnamore, Split: A Memoir of Divorce. (Dutton Adult April 17, 2008) Advertisements
A Goodnight GO to sleep—though of course you will not— to tideless waves thundering slantwise against strong embankments, rattle and swish of spray dashed thirty feet high, caught by the lake wind, scattered and strewn broadcast in over the steady car rails! Sleep, sleep! Gulls’ cries in a… Continue reading William Carlos Williams
I like people who unbalance me. — Colum McCann, Let The Great World Spin. (Random House; First Edition edition June 23, 2009)
Love has gone and left me and I don’t know what to do; This or that or what you will is all the same to me; But all the things that I begin I leave before I’m through,— There’s little use in anything as far as I can see. Love has gone and left me,—and… Continue reading Edna St. Vincent Millay
If I can’t be beautiful, I want to be invisible. – Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters Remix. (W. W. Norton & Company; First Edition ~1st Printing edition June 11, 2012) Originally published September 17th 1999.
You do not always seem to be able to decide that it is all right, that you are doing what you’re doing and yet there is always that complicity in your smile that it is we, not you, who are doing it which is one of the things that make me love you — Frank… Continue reading Frank O’Hara