Sometimes you are aware when your great moments are happening, and sometimes they rise from the past. Perhaps it’s the same with people.

James Salter, Burning the Days

We are sitting on your bed, there is distance between us and the silence is suffocating me. I am holding my knees to my chest. My body is shaking; you are quiet. I ask you if you still love me, and you tell me that you are not sure that you ever did.

Mariah Gordon-Dyke, The Best, and the Worst Day
Just landed my dream job in publishing. Real life begins on Tuesday.

Just landed my dream job in publishing. Real life begins on Tuesday.

I heard
Without ceasing for a moment to kiss you
As if a sober star had whispered it
Above the revolving, rumbling city: stay clear.

Ted Hughes, Birthday Letters

The tragedy of it is that nobody sees the look of desperation on a face.
Thousands and thousands of us, and we’re passing one another without a look of recognition.

Henry Miller, The Cosmological Eye 

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Suddenly she sat up, and put her arms around me, and kissed me; and all the blood rushed from my head, a long sweep, like I was falling off a cliff.

Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch