[When first we faced, and touching showed] When first we faced, and touching showed How well we knew the early moves, Behind the moonlight and the frost, The excitement and the gratitude, There stood how much our meeting owed To other meetings, other loves. The decades of a different life That opened past your inch-close… Continue reading Philip Larkin
It’s no use crying over spilt milk, because all of the forces of the universe were bent on spilling it. ― W. Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage. . (Signet; Anniversary ed. edition January 2, 2007) Originally published 1915.
That night was nothing but getting to know how smooth your body is. The memory of it goes through me like brandy. —Ted Hughes to Sylvia Plath, March 1956, in Letters of Ted Hughes, selected and edited by Christopher Reid (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2007)
There are the girls we love, the men we look up to, the tenderness, the friendships, the opportunities, the pleasures! But the fact remains that you must touch your reward with clean hands, lest it turn to dead leaves, to thorns, in your grasp. ― Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim. (Broadview Press, November 7, 2000) Originally… Continue reading Joseph Conrad
[W]e are all as full of echoes as a rocky wood–echoes of the past, reflex echoes of the future, and echoes of the soil (these last reverberating through our filmiest dreams, like the sound of thunder in a blossoming orchard). — Mary Gladys Webb, Gone to Earth (Constable, 1917)
The Sphinx In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy thinks A beautiful and silent Sphinx has watched me through the shifting gloom. Inviolate and immobile she does not rise she does not stir For silver moons are naught to her and naught to her the suns that reel. Red follows… Continue reading Oscar Wilde
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. ― C. S. Lewis, A Grief Observed. (HarperOne; 1 edition, February 6, 2001) Originally published 1961.