In the silence that followed Devin felt a sadness come over him…. A sense of the terrible spaces that always seem to lie between people. The gulfs that had to be crossed for even a simple touching.
~ From Tigana (Guy Gavriel Kay)
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“I know there’s something strange about this well,” I say. “You told me last night that it’s cursed.”
“It is.”
“How?”
“It grants you your wish — can you think of anything more harmful?”
I shake my head. “I don’t get it. That sounds perfect.”
“Does it?”
- Charles de Lint (The Wishing Well)
“It’s hard being left behind…. It’s hard to be the one who stays.”
— Audrey Niffenegger (The Time Traveler’s Wife)
Fatima went back to her tent, and, when daylight came, she went out to do the chores she had done for years. But everything had changed. The boy was no longer at the oasis, and the oasis would never again have the same meaning it had only yesterday. It would no longer be a place with fifty thousand palm trees and three hundred wells, where the pilgrims arrived, relieved at the end of their long journeys. From that day on, the oasis would be an empty place for her.From that day on, it was the desert that would be important…. From that day on, the desert would represent only one thing to her: the hope of his return.
- Paolo Coelho in The Alchemist
LOL. Something’s wrong with me. I’m in a public place and I can’t stop laughing about something I just heard over a jeepney’s AM radio. In an interview over a recent fishkill in their town, the mayor issued this public health warning:
“At present and until further announcements, the residents are advised to avoid eating dead fish.”
Hahahahahaha. I’m sorry. This is completely shallow, I know. OMG I have to stop. Hahahahahaha.
We are not conscious of daylight as that which displaces darkness…. We take daylight for granted. But moonlight is another matter. It is inconstant…. It transforms. It falls upon the banks and the grass, separating one long blade from another; turning a drift of brown, frosted leaves from a single heap into innumerable, flashing fragments; or glimmering lengthways along wet twigs as though light itself were ductile. Its long beams pour, white and sharp, between the trunks of trees, their clarity fading as they recede into the powdery, misty distance of beech woods at night…. We do not take moonlight for granted. It is like snow, or the dew on a July morning. It does not reveal but changes what it covers. And its low intensity – so much lower than that of daylight, makes us conscious that it is something added to the down, to give it, only for a little time, a singular and marvellous quality that we should admire while we can, for soon it will be gone again.
- Richard Adams in Watership Down
If there’s any kind of magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone, sharing something…. I know, it’s almost impossible to succeed, but who cares, really? The answer must be in the attempt.
- Celine in Before Sunrise
…We have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid….This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain. But to praise despair is to condemn delight, to embrace violence is to lose hold of everything else.
- Ursula K. Le Guin in The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas (The Wind’s Twelve Quarters)
How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand, there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend…some hurts that go too deep, that have taken hold.
- Frodo Baggins inThe Return of the King
There is a way of avoiding a person which resembles a search.
- Victor Hugo in Les Miserables
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