I’m harder to forget than I am to leave…
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I’m harder to forget than I am to leave…
“We have grown in secret.”
— Jacques Coetzee, ‘House of Loveliness’.
“To make an end is to make a beginning.”
— T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets.
Feuch an dèan thu gàire?
Anything for a Scottish boy…
“For last years words belong to last years language, and next years words await another voice.”
— T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets.
“You have been weighed and measured, and found wanting.”
— Daniel 5:27
“Dreams are what you wake up from.”
— Raymond Carver, The Bridle.
“That smut. The way it slips from his mouth and under my skirt, soaking the hemline of my heart. From the gutter my body begs; defile, defile, defile.”
— Profanity and Prose, Smut-Drunk.
“Vorfreude.”
“Everything has a moral, if only you can find it.”
— Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland.
“…and my mouth longs to open to you like a long-lost letter in your beautiful hands.”
— Michael Burkard.
“Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of you.”
— Pablo Neruda.
“Wonderland of long ago…”
— Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland.
“Your unwritten pages lift an ongoing dusk in me.”
— Tess Gallagher.
“Your body spreads across my brain like a bird filled summer.”
— Kenneth Rexroth.
“The sky is not my limit...I am.”
— T. F. Hodge.
“My softest secret hurts.”
— Loueva Smith, ‘The Stray I Keep’.