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“It had been dark at the beach for hours, he hadn't been smoking much and it wasn't headlights – but before she turned away, he could swear he saw light falling on her face, the orange light just af...”
“Last night, lost in spaces between star—bays and lakes of clouds, I tossed and turned looking for you”
“And you’ll miss me more as the narrowing weeks wing by. Someday duly, oneday truly, twosday newly, till whensday.”
“Our deepest longings and the question of who we are intended to be cuts us in half, dividing us within ourselves. At critical stages and significant moments in the course of life, we sink with the ...”
“The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.”
“There is a space between man's imagination and man's attainment that may only be traversed by his longing.”
“Some people never say the words ‘I love you’, for like a child they’re longing to be told.”
“I missed the sound of her shuffling her homework while I listened to music on her bed. I missed the cold of her feet against my legs when she climbed into bed.I missed the shape of her shadow where...”
“Without turning on the light, I went to my bed and lay down, my arm thrown across the mattress, my hand aching because Grace wasn't underneath it”
“You can miss a person you've never known.”
“I know she is coming I know she will look And that is the longing And this is the book.”
“But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so much in common with a cow stretching its neck through a gate for better grass.”
“She gave me this look – she might have been watching from a lifeboat as the ship went down. Or maybe it was the other way around.”
“I couldn't reach him from here even if I tried.”
“…The love of his youthAppeared as in a dreamAnd this ageing loverWent mad with love.The youth robbed him ofReason and his chastity.In pursuit of his Beloved, mad, deranged,He was from kith and kin ...”
“This is, to me, the loveliest and saddest landscape in the world. It is the same as that on the preceding page, but I have drawn it again to impress it on your memory. It is here that the little pr...”
“The RemoteI often think about youwhen I’m lying alone inmy room with my mouthopen and the remotelost somewhere in the bed.”
“you’re gone andyour unfinished poemlies alone on my desk—empty of tears,I only hope it rains today”
“He breathes in deep, then lets it go with a shaky gust. “I hate this. I hate it so much.” His grip makes my ribs protest, and his voice goes rough. “I feel like some essential organ is being ripped...”
“I gave up hoping...But, still, I would think of him, I would cherish his image in my mind, and treasure every word, look and gesture that memory could retain.”
