Letting my sorrow flow free and sweet. — Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time Volume 2: In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower or Within a Budding Grave (Penguin Classics; Reprint edition January 25, 2005) Originally published 1919.
The dying sun will glow on you without burning, as it has done today. The wind will be soft and mellow and your hilltop will tremble. As you reach the end of your dance you will look at the sun, for you will never see it again in waking or in dreaming, and then your… Continue reading Carlos Castaneda
The river is now. This moment. This breath between us. The space between your heartbeats. The moment before you blink. The instant a thought flashes through your mind. It is everything that is around us. Life. Energy. Flowing, endlessly flowing, carrying you from then…to now…to tomorrow. Listen: you can hear the music of it. Of… Continue reading Lisa Mangum
When God hath ordained a creature to die in a particular place, He causeth that creature’s wants to direct him to that place. ― Frank Herbert, Dune. (Hodder; British trade paperback edition 2006) Originally published December 1st 1965.
Sometimes when you meet someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click. Recognition. — Ann Aguirre, Blue Diablo. (Roc; Reprint edition April 7, 2009)
What was it about us, as humans, that drove us to make apologies for beautiful things? ― Nenia Campbell, Cease and Desist. (Kindle Edition October 30th 2015)
They’d never been lovers, of course, not in the physical sense. But they’d been lovers as most of us manage, loving through expressions and gestures and the palm set softly upon the bruise at the necessary moment. Lovers by inclination rather than by lust. Lovers, that is, by love. — Gregory Maguire, Out of Oz.… Continue reading Gregory Maguire