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"My heart is homesick for you."

"Dearest heart, good-night. I'm sleepy and I wish you were here, excavating the bed--"

"She is the most charming person in the world. That's all-- I refuse to amplify. Excepting, she's perfect."

"The night was soft and gray and the trees were feathery in the lamp light and the dim recesses of the pine forest were fragrant with the past, and you said you would come back from no matter where you are. So I said and I will be here waiting."

"It is a shame that we should have met in harshness and coldness where there was once so much tenderness and so many dreams."

"You were so gracious and I thought 'he is the sweetest person in the world' and you said 'darling.' You still are."

"You have been so good to me-- and all I can say is that there was always that deeper current running through my heart: my life-- you."

"What is there to say? You know how much I have loved you."

"I am lonesome for the sense that you are near. These billowy blue skies dragging the hot fields behind like some fantastic dredge for the June hours and the rhododendron so pompously bursting the shadows overwhelm me with a sense of how many nice things there are. And I wish we could be going some place together--"

"I miss you so. I look out over this dreamy summer panorama and I miss you."

"The only sadness is the living without you, without hearing the notes of your voice with its particular intimacies of inflection."

"I can never think of anything except that I love you-- and you must be rather used to that by now"

"I wish you were here so we could stretch our legs down beside one another and feel all warm and hidden in the bed, like seeds beaten into the earth. Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and nowhere else in the world, and why is there a sleepy tremulo in the air when you are near that's promising and living like a vibrating fecundity?"

"The sky closed over the lake like a gray oyster shell and pink pearls of clouds lay in the crease where the water met the Juras-- still in the black iridescence and I wanted you to be there in the boat with me so I could watch the funny soft way you do things, so sweet, the way you move, like the tickling of a kitten's whiskers on my neck"

The moon slips into the mountains like a lost penny and the fields are black and pungent and I want you near so that I can touch you in the autumn stillness even a little bit like the last echo of summer. The horizon lies over the road to Lausanne and the succulent fields like a guillotine and the moon bleeds over the water and you are not so far away that I can’t smell your hair in the drying breeze. Darling— I love these velvet nights.

"I love you, dear. You do not walk like a person plowing a storm but like a person very surprised at their means of locomotion, hardly touching the earth, as if each step were experimental--"

"Both of us are very splashy vivid pictures, those kind with the details left out, but I know our colors will blend, and I think we'll look very well hanging beside each other in the gallery of life"