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"We could talk about the moment for hours. Turn it over in conversation [...] It seemed like something important, our desire to describe the shape of each second as it passed, to bring out everything hidden and beat it to death."

"Some people just don't have the unconscious tools to perform the necessary disguising operations."

"Is there something so innocent in the recitation of names that God is pleased?"

"The nonbelievers need the believers. They are desperate to have someone believe."

"Our pretense is a dedication."
"You are sure that you are right but you don't want everyone to think as you do."

"as if there was something fatefully attractive in this terrible noise."

"I am eager to be humored, to be fooled."

"I don't trust anybody's nostalgia but my own. Nostalgia is a product of dissatisfaction and rage. It's a settling of grievances between the present and the past. The more powerful the nostalgia, the closer you come to violence."

"You cherish a wife who tells you everything. I am doing my best to be that person."

"The more you practice something the less likely it is to actually happen."

"We want to be artless again. We want to reverse the flow of experience, of worldliness and its responsibilities. My students say, 'Look at the crushed bodies, the severed limbs. What kind of innocence is this?'"

"How serious can it be if it happens all the time?"

really fun stuff. caught 12 fish while listening to this. Montgomery Montgomery I would love a extra firm toothbrush. the friendship between sunny and the incredibly deadly viper are my favorite thing to happen thus far

"Suddenly it seemed that all love was only a tantalizing, a horrible next-best to knowing"

"There is a constant infusion of the romantic and enthusiastic."

"This gives rise to a corresponding style of comedy, the object of which is to detect the disguises of self-love // the comedy of artificial life"

"In tragedy he is always struggling after some occasion to be comic; but in comedy he seems to repose, or to luxuriate, as in a mode of thinking congenial to his nature."

Susan knows
she is a Siren—
and that at a
word from her,
Emily would
forfeit Righteousness—
Please excuse
the grossness
of this Morning—
I was for a
moment disarmed—
This is the
World that opens
and shuts, like
the Eye of the
Wax Doll—

[!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! god god god god god god god god god !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

I must wait
a few Days
before seeing
you - You are
too momentous.
But remember
it is idolatry,
not indifference.
[!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

You never made a peer for that verse, and I guess you[r] kingdom doesn’t hold one—I always go to the fire and get warm after thinking of it, but I never can again

Distance is until thyself, Beloved [!!!!!!!!!]

So busy missing you I have not tasted Spring. Should there be other Aprils we will perhaps dine

The Love a Life can show Below
Is but a filament, I know,
Of that diviner thing
That faints upon the face of Noon –
And smites the Tinder in the Sun –
And hinders Gabriel's Wing –


"With me?" I said, "With me?"
I showed her secrets
Morning's nest,
The rope that Nights were put across–


There came a Day at Summer's full,
Entirely for me—
I thought that such were for the Saints,
Where Resurrections—be—

Her heart is fit for home-
I - a Sparrow - build there
Sweet of twigs and twine
My perennial nest.

Yet take her from the lawn
And somebody has lost the face
That made Existence—Home—

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers -
Untouched by Morning -
and untouched by noon -

like some old fashioned miracle
When Summertime is done,
Seems Summer's recollection
And the affairs of June.

dare I touch the coincidence

March is the month of expectation

for none see god and live

remembering the dimensions of possibility

garnet to garnet

If a nightingale sings with her breast against a thorn, why not we

A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King,
But God be with the Clown –
Who ponders this tremendous scene –
This whole Experiment of Green –
As if it were his own!

My faith that Dark adores—
Which from its solemn abbeys
Such resurrection pours.

You see they come to their own and their own do not receive them. "Power and honor" are here today, and "dominion and glory"! I shall never tell!

The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!

Heaven beguiles the tired

Heaven to us, if true

T'were easier to die—
Than tell—

A light for her, did solemn glow

"Any time I'm anxious about something I'm actually tenderly caressing the possibility of it, pushing on it with my tongue like it's a loose tooth, savoring the little jolts of misery it gives."

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