Just always be waiting for me. ― J. M. Barrie, Peter Pan, Henry Holt and Co. (BYR); 100 Anv edition (October 1, 2003) Originally published 1911.
I love you, rotten, Delicious rottenness. …wonderful are the hellish experiences, Orphic, delicate Dionysos of the Underworld. ― D. H. Lawrence, from “Medlars and Sorb-Apples,” Birds Beasts and Flowers. (Penguin Uk, July 29, 1999) Originally published 1923.
You can be lonely anywhere, but there is a particular flavour to the loneliness that comes from living in a city, surrounded by millions of people. ― Olivia Laing, The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone. (Picador, 2016)
This is what I know about love, that it is tested every day, and what is not renewed is lost. One chooses either to care more or to care less. Once the choice is to care less, then there is no stopping the momentum of goodbye. Each loved thing slips away. There is no stopping… Continue reading Helen Humphreys
I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I? Can’t bring back time. Like holding water in your hand. Would you go back to then? Just beginning then. Would you? — James Joyce, Ulysses. (Sylvia Beach 2 February 1922)
But beauty is not the only thing that makes a woman attractive; indeed, great beauty is often somewhat chilling: you admire, but are not moved. ― W. Somerset Maugham, Ten Novels and Their Authors. (Vintage; New Ed edition 2001) Originally published 1948.
I love all things that pass: their briefness is Music that fades on transient silences. Winds, birds, and glittering leaves that flare and fall— They fling delight across the world; they call To rhythmic-flashing limbs that rove and race… A moment in the dawn for Youth’s lit face; A moment’s passion, closing on the cry—… Continue reading Siegfried Sassoon