[A]nd soon now we shall go out of the house and go into the convulsion of the world, out of history into history and the awful responsibility of Time. ― Robert Penn Warren, All the King’s Men. (Harcourt Brace, September 1, 1996) Originally published 1946. Advertisements
As he held her and tasted her, and as she curved in further and further toward him, with her own lips, new to herself, drowned and engulfed in love, yet solaced and triumphant, he was thankful to have an existence at all, if only as a reflection in her wet eyes. — F. Scott Fitzgerald,… Continue reading F. Scott Fitzgerald
But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope. ― George Eliot, Middlemarch. (Signet 2004) Originally published 1871.
A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more. — John Steinbeck, East of Eden.… Continue reading John Steinbeck
Overhead the birds are calling, their cries seeming to fill the air. As I watch, they rise, flinging their bodies against the sky, intent upon the moment, spinning and turning like embers or smoke upon the air. I envy them, this life of theirs, the way they live so free of themselves, they are without… Continue reading James Bradley
Some stones are so heavy only silence helps you carry them! ― Anne Michaels, Fugitive Pieces. (McClelland & Stewart, 1996)
The hardest thing on earth is choosing what matters. ― Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees. (Penguin Books; 1st edition, January 28, 2003) Originally 2001.
