On more than one occasion I have been ready to abandon my whole life for love. To alter everything that makes sense to me and to move into a different world where the only known will be the beloved. S...
Of course people mutilate and modify, but these are fallen powers, and to change something you do not understand is the true nature of evil.
Nothing is solid. Nothing is fixed. These are images that time changes and that change time, just as the sun and the rain play on the surface of things.
Nothing can be forgotten. Nothing can be lost. The universe itself is one vast memory system. Look back and you will find the beginnings of the world.
My own father came out of the sea and went back that way... His splintered hull shored him long enough to drop anchor inside my mother.
My mother is very like William Blake, she has visions and dreams and she cannot always distinguish a flea's head from a king. Luckily she can't paint.
My experience has been that times always ends. In theory, you are right, the quantum physicists are right, the religious and romantics are right. Time without end. In practice we both wear a watch.
Mrs Ratlow was a widow, and she was head of English, but she still did all the cooking and cleaning for her two sons, and she never took holidays because she said -- and I will never forget it -- When...
Love, they say, enslaves and passion is a demon and many have been lost for love. i know this is true, but I know too that without love we grope in the tunnels of our lives and never see the sun.
Louise, I would gladly fire the past for you, go and not look back. I have been reckless before, never counting the cost, oblivious to the cost. Now, I've done the sums ahead. I know what it will mean...
La verdadera Oscuridad es más densa y más silenciosa; llena el espacio que hay entre la chaqueta y el corazón. Se mete en los ojos. Cuando estoy fuera por la noche, no son los cuchillos lo que me da m...
It's the cliches that cause the trouble. A precise emotion seeks a precise expression. If what I feel is not precise than how should I call it love?
It's not a word people use very often, which confuses me, because there are different kinds of infidelity, but betrayal is betrayal wherever you find it. By betrayal, I mean promising to be on your si...
It works because the principle of personal space is always the same, whether you're fending off an elemental or someone's bad mood. It's a force field around yourself, and as long as our imagining pow...
It is the poet who goes further than any human scientist. The poet who with her dredging net must haul up difficult things and return them to the present.
It is never too late to learn to love. But it is frightening.
It is going dark. There are bombs exploding. Alice is losing patience. She throws down the map and shouts at Gertrude: 'THIS IS THE WRONG ROAD.'Gertrude drives on. She says, 'Right or wrong, this is t...
It has taken me a long time to learn how to love - both the giving and the receiving.
Is it because she will return that I take pleasure in being alone?Hopeless heart that thrives on paradox; that longs for the beloved and is secretly relieved when the beloved is not there.
In the heat of her hands I thought, This is the campfire that mocks the sun. This place will warm me, feed me and care for me. I will hold on to this pulse against other rhythms. The world will come a...