"forlorn"

I thought so many things & never said a single one aloud. I choked on such longing I couldn’t spit out. Yes, desire is so different when God bore you hungry. I could have devoured anything and still have been starving.

“Then all this became history. Your hand found mine. Life rushed to my fingers like a blood clot.”

“I never saw this autumn wood stranger than it is tonight. I never saw this wood darker than it is tonight.”

“About me: I am supposed to be touched.”

“not even love can save you from certain memories,”

“I loved taking off. In my own house, I seemed to be often looking for a place to hide — sometimes from the children but more often from the jobs to be done and the phone ringing and the sociability of the neighborhood. I wanted to hide so that I could get busy at my real work, which was a sort of wooing of distant parts of myself.”

“I talk to you as if you’re really there.”

“I don’t do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.”

“It is so rare in this world to meet a trustworthy person who truly wants to help you, and finding such a person can make you feel warm and safe, even if you are in the middle of a windy valley high up in the mountains.”

“One of the extraordinary things about liberation is that you do not feel the need to control things when you’re free, because the illusory nature of control becomes clear to you.”

“But the paradox of love is perhaps the same as that of art, which Jeanette Winterson so elegantly termed “the paradox of active surrender” — in order for either to transform us, we must let it turn us over and inside-out. That is what Rilke called love’s great exacting claim, and in that claim lies its ultimate reward.”

“you are my dawn when every inch of sky grows bleak.”