"Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while."

"Give me your hand
out of the depths
sown by your sorrows."

"For a moment he had had an overwhelming hallucination of her presences.  She had seemed to be not meerly with him, but inside him.  It was as though she had got into the texture of his skin.  In that moment he had loved her far more than he had ever done when they were together and free."

These are not memories that have passed each other
nor the yellowing pigeon asleep in our forgetting;
these are tearful faces
and fingers down our throats
and whatever among leaves falls to the ground:
the dark of a day gone by
grown fat on our grieving blood.

Here are violets, and here swallows,
all things we love and which inform
sweet messages ( Read more... )

I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?

The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

Always, always you recede through the ( Read more... )

"If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love.  When the last of the chocolate was gone, his mother had clasped the child in her arms.  It was no use, it changed nothing, it did not produce more chocolate, it did not avert the child's death or her own; but it seemed natural to her to do it ( Read more... )

All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others