She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there, leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together. — J.D. Salinger, from “A Girl I Knew,” Good Housekeeping: February 1948.
Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour: loving is a clash of lightning-bolts and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey. — Pablo Neruda, from “Sonnet XII,” Selected Poems. (San Val, September 1990) Originally published 1961.
Sighs united together are almost prayers; prayers coming from two hearts are almost acts of grace. — Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo. (Penguin Classics; Reissue edition May 27, 2003) Originally published 1844