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. Advertisements
Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits. — Often attributed to A. A. Milne from his contributions to Punch, a British humor magazine, joining the staff in 1906. Was used again later in Winnie-the-Pooh. (Dutton Juvenile; Anniversary edition, October 1, 2001) Originally published October 14th 1926.
The night I fell in love with you I lost my watch: stripping off at the sea’s edge, it fell into the dark as I swam out into a night thick with stars, with fisherman calling from one lit boat to another of their catches and harbours, leaving for the dawn. Imagine it now, plunged… Continue reading Sarah Maguire
At times I suffer from the strangest sense of detachment from myself and the world around me; I seem to watch it all from the outside, from somewhere inconceivably remote, out of time, out of space, out of the stress and tragedy of it all. — H. G. Wells, War Of The Worlds. (Modern Library;… Continue reading H. G. Wells
It is true when you are by yourself and you think about life, it is always sad. All that excitement and so on has a way of suddenly leaving you, and it’s as though, in the silence, somebody called your name, and you heard your name for the first time. — Katherine Mansfield, from “At… Continue reading Katherine Mansfield
Know Deeply, Know Thyself More Deeply Go deeper than love, for the soul has greater depths, love is like the grass, but the heart is deep wild rock molten, yet dense and permanent. Go down to your deep old heart, woman, and lose sight of yourself. And lose sight of me, the me whom you… Continue reading D. H. Lawrence
I confess that I am often lost in all the dimensions of time, that the past sometimes feels nearer than the present and I often fear the future has already happened. – Deborah Levy, Hot Milk. (Bloomsbury USA; First Edition edition, July 12, 2016)