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All that blind, infantile hunger to save and be saved,…

Unrelieved sky, so huge that you felt crushed and oppressed by the infinite.

Away we glided, into depthlessness and space.

‘Madam’ the man cried, leaping to the ground, ‘you’re hurt!’
‘I’m dead, sir!’ she replied.

High battlements of thought, habits that had seemed durable as stone, went down like shadows at the touch of another mind and left a naked sky and fresh starts twinkling in it.

For love has two faces; one white, the other black; two bodies; one smooth, the other hairy. It has two hands, two feet, two tails, two, indeed, of every member and each one is the exact opposite of the other.

The mind of man, works with equal strangeness upon the body of time. An hour, once it lodges in the queer element of the human spirit, may be stretched to fifty or a hundred times its clock length; on the other hand, an hour may be accurately represented on the timepiece of the mind by one second.

For as he looked the thickness of his blood melted; the ice turned to wine in his veins; he heard the waters flowing and the birds singing; spring broke over the hard wintry landscape. “Jour de ma vie!”

Seninle aramızdaki yakınlaşmanın bir hududu, bir sonu olmamasını ne kadar isterdim. Beni asıl, bu ümidin boşa çıkması üzüyor…

…bir âna bir ömür kadar çok hayat doldurduğunu bilerek yaşamak… Ve bilhassa bütün bunları anlatacak bir insanın mevcut olduğunu düşünerek, onu bekleyerek yaşamak…

Muhakkak ki bütün insanların birer ruhu vardı, ama birçoğu bunun farkında değildi ve gene farkında olmadan geldikleri yere gideceklerdi. Bu ruh, ancak bir benzerini bulduğu zaman ve bize, bizim aklımıza, hesaplarımıza danışmaya lüzum bile görmeden meydana çıkıyordu…

“Bu sıralarda, insanların birbirlerini aramaları, bulmaları, ve birbirlerinin içini seyretmeleri için konuşmanın neden muhakkak surette lazım olmadığını, neden bazı boyuna, tabiatın güzelliği karşısında yanlarında konuşmadan gidecek birini aradıklarını anladım.”

For the IRA, this was a devastating paradox: the man the organisation had entrusted to root out moles was a mole himself.

‘You cannot mourn someone who has not died.’

“He would sit in his flat and stare for hours out of the window, chain-smoking, gazing…”

Sometimes Hughes would go for a walk only to discover, as if in a dream, that the old streets he remembered were gone, and new, different streets had taken their place. Once, he got lost in his own neighbourhood and a stranger had to guide him home.

‘I am now my own tool,’ she mused. ‘I am also the craftsman wielding the tool. I am carving away at myself.’

Everywhere there was rubble and broken glass, what one poet would memorably describe as ‘Belfast confetti’.

"Eternity was in our lips and eyes..."

“Eternity was in our lips and eyes…”

"On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand, may seize
And steal immortal blessing from her lips,
Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,
Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.”

“I thought we’d be more … more together here - with nothing but the sea and moon.”