“The wait is long, my dream of you does not end.”
― My Dream of You
― My Dream of You
“Aujourd'hui, maman est morte. Ou peut-être hier, je ne sais pas.”
― The Stranger
― The Stranger
“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
“Night, in which everything was lost, went reaching out, beyond stars and sun. Stars and sun, a few bright grains, went spiraling round for terror, and holding each other in embrace, there in a darkness that outpassed them all, and left them tiny and daunted. So much, and himself, infinitesimal, at the core of nothingness, and yet not nothing.”
― Sons and Lovers
― Sons and Lovers
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