I strike out at twilight and get back by dawn […] I’m nothing but a rope of smoke tied around the stars — Frank Stanford, from “Desperate Song of One Who Has Gotten Rid of Some of Himself,” What About This: Collected Poems of Frank Stanford (Copper Canyon Press, 2015)
… when she became not then half of memory became not and if I become not then all of remembering will cease to be.—Yes, he thought, between grief and nothing I will take grief. — William Faulkner, from “Wild Plains,” If I Forget Thee, Jerusalem. (HarperPerennial Classics June 4, 2013) Originally published 1939.
Who can tell what metals the gods use in forging the subtle bond which we call sympathy, which we might as well call love. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening. (Adamant Media Corporation September 13, 2000) Originally published 1899.
Time is the longest distance between two places. ― Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie. (New Directions; Some Pages Turned Down, Name on Side edition June 17, 1999) Originally published 1945.
Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace. ― Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams. (Bright Skylark Literary Productions and Lulu; First edition May 14, 2010)
Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to was never there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it. Where is there a place for you to be? No place… Nothing outside you can give you any place… In yourself right now is all… Continue reading Flannery O’Connor
You see, I was that sun, or thought I was who did believe there was that spark, that crumb in madness which is divine, though madness know no word itself for terror or for pity. — William Faulkner, Absalom, Absalom! (Vintage; Reissue edition November 1990) Originally published 1936.