i observe men in silence, how they leave plates on dining room tables, how they slam doors, how they take up whole couch with legs sprawled and lounging arms, how they do not filter speech, too confident, too loud. voices always violent, everything a war.
Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
There are two ways of spreading light; to be The candle or the mirror that reflects it.
If you look at those matters, you will come to the conclusion that the attitude of the United States of America is a threat to world peace.
She loved three things — a joke, a glass of wine, and a handsome man.
It was November—the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.
I’ve got death inside me. It’s just a question of whether or not I can outlive it.