Friday, January 11, 2008

Breathe.

"Oh my life is changing everyday
Every possible way
Though my dreams, it’s never quite as it seems
Never quite as it seems

I know I felt like this before
But now I’m feeling it even more
Because it came from you

Then I open up and see
The person fumbling here is me"

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“There was a moment during this time, when his face was on hers, cheek on cheek, brow on brow, heavy skull on skull, through soft skin and softer flesh. He thought: skulls separate people. In this one sense, I could say, they would say, I lose myself in her. But in that bone box, she thinks and thinks. As I think in mine, things the other won’t hear, can’t hear, though we may go on like this for sixty years. What does she think I am? He had no idea. He had no idea what she was.”

-- A.S. Byatt
The Virgin in the Garden

1 Comments:

Anonymous Caro said...

Cranberries!

Thanks for reminding me how much I love them. I've been listening to your LJ playlist all day and I have replayed that song more than once.

January 11, 2008  

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