Sometimes I knew in all my mind and heart why I had done what I had done, and I welcomed the sacrifice. But there were times too when I lived in a desert and felt no joy and saw no hope and could not remember my old feelings. Then I lived by faith alone, faith… Continue reading Wendell Berry
For you, and for any dear to you, I would do anything. I would embrace any sacrifice for you and for those dear to you. And when you see your own bright beauty springing up anew at your feet, think now and then that there is a man who would give his life, to keep… Continue reading Charles Dickens
Closure is a greasy little word which, moreover, describes a nonexistent condition. The truth, Venus, is that nobody gets over anything. — Martin Amis, House of Meetings. (Knopf; First Edition edition, January 16, 2007)
His sadness was of the kind that is patient and without hope. ― William Maxwell, So Long, See You Tomorrow. (Harvill Pr, May 1998) Originally published 1979.
I was jealous; therefore I loved. ― Jack London, The Sea Wolf. (Alan Rodgers Books, June 1, 2005) Originally published 1904.
It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty. — Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (Houghton Mifflin, 2002)
There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. —Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo. . (Penguin Classics; Reissue edition May 27, 2003) Originally published 1844.