Vernon

“I wore an eye patch when I was a kid, you said. Maybe we met out here and fell in love over bad barbecue.

I doubt it, I said.

I'm just saying, Yunior.

Maybe five thousand years ago we were together.

Five thousand years ago I was in Denmark.

That's true. And half of me was in Africa.

Doing what?

Farming, I guess. That's what everybody does everywhere.

Maybe we were together some other time.

I can't think when, I said.

You tried not to look at me. Maybe five million years ago.

People weren't even people back then.”
― Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her

“That's the way it is when you love. It makes you suffer, and I have suffered much in the years since. But it matters little that you suffer, so long as you feel alive with a sense of the close bond that connects all living things, so long as love does not die!”
― Hermann Hesse, Peter Camenzind

“She was sitting up now. My arm was around her and she was leaning back against me, and we were quite calm. She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else's eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things,”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises

“Suddenly this defeat.
This rain.
The blues gone gray
And the browns gone gray
And yellow
A terrible amber.
In the cold streets
Your warm body.
In whatever room
Your warm body.
Among all the people
Your absence
The people who are always
Not you.


I have been easy with trees
Too long.
Too familiar with mountains.
Joy has been a habit.
Now
Suddenly
This rain.”
― Jack Gilbert