Kelley Marhe

“In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?”
― Pablo Neruda, The Book of Questions

“You can be oblivious to the sound for a long while, then in a second of ticking it can create in the mind unbroken the long diminishing parade of time you didn’t hear.”
― William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

“Someday it all comes.”
― Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets