Perhaps some people really are born unhappy. I surely hope not. Speaking for my sister and myself: We were born with the capacity and determination to be utterly happy all the time. Perhaps even in this we were freaks. Hi ho.
Whatever one loves most is beautiful.
May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate flame courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a wet sweat bathes me and a trembling seizes me all over.
You may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us
Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
What cannot be said will be wept.
In the days of thy youth seek to obtain that which shall compensate the losses of thy old age.
When we are stirred to lament the loss of the gods, it is more than likely the gods who are doing the stirring.
But to a higher mark than song can reach, Rose this pure eloquence.
I think I've become more like my mom just because of what we're both interested in, children and teaching and writing.