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« Tonight she remembered the moon-baths, as if
this had marked the beginning of her life instead of the parents, school,birthplace. As if they had determined the course of her life rather than inheritance or imitation of the parents. In the moon-baths, perhaps, lay the secret motivation of her acts. »

«The silence continued to transmit messages
between them. » I fear this was aimed at me

«My quick-summoned first love-how everything was enough because I knew so little but felt cramped with certainty-is, I'm afraid, just like writing. That is to say, what can transpire if writing becomes a reason for living outside the real without prying it open.
How, like first love, writing can be foiling, agitated, totally addictive. Sweet,insistent, jeweled. Consuming though rarely nourishing. A new tactility.»

« The courage of the shut mouth, in spite of artillery! »
This line serves as a reminder to not cuss out any of my coworkers

«You defy other godhood.
I walk dry on your kingdom’s border
Exiled to no good.
Your shelled bed I remember.
Father, this thick air is murderous.
I would breathe water. »

Her brain makes me sick 😭

«Even our shadows are blue with cold.
We wanted to see the sun come up
And are met, instead, by this iceribbed ship,
Bearded and blown, an albatross of frost,
Relic of tough weather, every winch and stay
Encased in a glassy pellicle.
The sun will diminish it soon enough:
Each wave-tip glitters like a knife. »

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Best first page I’ve read in a while 🥹

« In their old anarchy to the horizon-line.
It would take more than a lightning-stroke
 « To create such a ruin.
Nights, I squat in the cornucopia
Of your left ear, out of the wind,
Counting the red stars and those of plum-color.
The sun rises under the pillar of your tongue.
My hours are married to shadow.
No longer do I listen for the scrape of a keel
On the blank stones of the landing. »

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« …I dream that I am Oedipus.
What I want back is what I was
Before the bed, before the knife,
Before the brooch-pin and the salve
Fixed me in this parenthesis;
Horses fluent in the wind,
A place, a time gone out of mind. »

Book hit the wall after these lines.

« The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
I knew perfectly well the cars were making a noise, and the people in them and behind the lit windows of the buildings were making a noise, and the river was making a noise, but I couldn't hear a thing. »

« And, if she had passed through love and its hell, she was now combing her hair before the mirror, for an instant with no world at all in her heart. Before going to bed, as if putting out a candle, she blew out the little flame of the day. »

I just read my all time favorite poem gang I’m freaking out 🥹😭

Incr’

Upon rereading these -way over- a decade later, I'm most shocked at how young Katniss sounds, in mannerisms and thoughts. My teenage self missed out on how unreliable she is at times (the way she perceives herself is so sad.)
Also « sweetheart » hits harder now than it did before 😭

« I also hoped to visit tropical resorts
to feel the texture of expensive sadness.
I wanted to avoid slaughter by growing
so large I would not fit in the machine,
but thinking everything was magic
was the same as thinking nothing was:
magnets, racecraft, three card monte.
I know nothing of your grief, granted,
nor you mine, but isn’t that why we’re here? »

I wish I’d written this myself fuck

« In fact, I'm beginning to see our modest little family, illuminated by this light, as being like a lovely vision in a revolving lantern. "Peek in on us if you will; we three are a beautiful family," is what I'd like to tell even the insects crying in the garden, as a quiet kind of rapture fills my heart. »

Damn, I’ve been saying that birthdays suck but my man’s reaaaaaly sucked (I won’t ever complain (but I will))

“I do not waste time or language on our enemies, beloveds. But if I ever did, I would tell them that there is a river between what they see
and what they know. And they don't have the heart to cross it.”
Never have I ever thought that a book about basketball would make me feel this much.

“Almost all of my beliefs have deserted me. I take it as a kind of liberation, and anyway, they were never too many. Our houses are cluttered, our minds too, so a fire as devastating as it can be, can well clear the air, enlarge the space, make room for some silence. Year after year all we do is gather dust.”

“I don’t trust people who don’t love a place to understand how that place remembers its dead. The living who throw an item the dead once cherished toward heaven, wrap it around the highest wire. So high that it looks like the shoes are swinging from the sky itself. Like two legs are hanging down from the edge of a cloud.”

«To jump knowing you will be caught is a type of mercy I have never known, yet craved. You can love a whole scene until it becomes a flooded house… Still, we wore all black every summer like the sun didn’t snarl. Didn’t have teeth, never wanted to tear into our skin and let the salt of us pour out in waves, or like our skin wasn’t suspect enough before we decided to be rebels.» 🥹

“And nothing felt more like love to me than imagining this. A man whose face I hadn't grown into yet, wielding an immovable mirror which is, always, a sort of promise which, through your staring, might whisper to you Yes, this is what you have now. Yes, the future has its arms open, waiting for you to run.” I didn’t expect a book about Basketball to hit me this hard. The prose is magnificent.

The author dedicating this book to his mother and father is hilarious and very iconic.
ps:I said I’d stop intellectualizing my emotions in 2025, I guess that was a big fat lie let’s goooooo

The author dedicating this book to his mother and father is hilarious and very iconic.
ps:I said I’d stop intellectualizing my emotions in 2025, I guess that was a big fat lie let’s goooooo

« Tress searched for the perfect thing to say. … She could have said «  help I can’t breathe, staring at you has taken my breath away » she could have even said something completely insane such as «  I like you » instead she said « hands are warm ». It might be said that Tress had a way with words in that her words tended to get in her way. » yeah me too baby girl… also my first Sanderson !!!

i’m LOCKED IN. This book is insanely good.

« I let your hands slide up my thighs and let our mouths meet in a kiss that couldn't have been a sin because at that moment I was thinking only of God, and God was allowing it so that we might purify ourselves, and who was I, after all, to oppose His designs. »

Bring back yearning and love letters

Oh, I’m obsessed !

« Mon chat, tu comprends la poésie. Chaque fois que la plume court sur le papier, tu te redresses comme pour applaudir. Tu saisis tout rien qu'à ce bruit insolite. » 🥹