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she felt as the pond must feel when it held the moon like that; when it encircled and swelled with that image of gold

in his dejection, his unhappiness, of which she was the conscious cause, she found him more than ever beautiful and dignified.

when there is love, there is a safe place for sadness

when someone loves loudly, with everything they have in them, the withholding of that loud love, even briefly, feels impossible to endure.

If I am going to be afraid, I might as well do it honest. Arm in arm with everyone I love, adorned in blood and bruises, singing jokes on our way to a grave.