“He was still immersed in the dim, wet wonder of the folded wings that might open if someone loved him; he still hoped, probably, in a butterfly's unthinking way, for spring and warmth. How the wings ache, folded so, waiting; that is, they ache until they atrophy.”
― First Love and Other Sorrows: Stories
― First Love and Other Sorrows: Stories
“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”
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“It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.”
― A Tale of Two Cities
― A Tale of Two Cities
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