He had a thought that amused him. Figures, still life, landscape, AND an animal! Zola, eat your hat! he bellowed.
At this stage of life, he'd better just lean into love, because if he fell, he feared he might break a hip.
She plucked a raspberry. Sweet juice, sweet pleasure. Within the tangle of tendrils, inside a blossom, a tiny bead was kisses and blessed by the sun, from which it took in light and warmth and heaven'...
Non esiste un ingresso che immetta nella fortezza dell'anima.
Never did she succumb to the cowardice of self-pity. I had fancied love a causal adjunct and not the central turning shaft making all the parts move. I had not stood astonished before the power of its...
God taking from us and loving us at the same time by providing comforters was a kind of spiritual equanimity. It seemed a phenomenon of life how a death insinuates us into the debt of those who stand...
Edwin must have extended himself to this woman who the world would never know existed. His compassion for others had a strange effect on me. Every time I learned of some help he gave to someone, I fel...
Thank the Lord you have a man as hardworking as Stijn. Work is love made plain, whether man's or woman's work, and you're a fool if you don't recognize it.
The notion of lovers living together is altogether too demanding. One can be caught so unready.
Her chest ached like a dull wound when she realized that her silence did not cause him a moment's reflection or curiosity. When she looked out the corner of her eye at him, she could not tell what she...
Art for art’s sake, we say, because beauty blesses humanity with a better life.
The trouble with us is that we’ve been too polite with each other.
Now he knew . . . that there was nothing so vital as paying attention, and perfecting the humble offices of love.
That I was, in fact, indifferent to my husband's indiscretions testified, to me foremost, that our love was of a tepid paleness.
In the end, it's only the moments that we have, the kiss on the palm, the joint wonder at the furrowed texture of a fir trunk or at the infinitude of grains of sand in a dune. Only the moments.