"From her lips came the word I dared not speak.  Oh nights, oh shared warm darkness, oh love that flows in shadow like a secret river, oh that moment of joy in which two are one, oh innocence and openness of delight, oh the union into which we entered, only to lose ourselves afterward in sleep, oh the first soft lights of day, and myself ( Read more... )

"There is a delight in efficacy: in love, when it is the glory of two entwined bodies and wills; in red sunsets announcing the afternoon's perdition; in language, when it inscribes its signature on the spirit.  All intensity is plausible, but there is also pleasure irresolution: in loves that don't dare become passion; in the routine of ordinary ( Read more... )