“So who is better off, those who share love long enough to see which parts inevitably fade or those who lose their love when it is still pristine? I think each is lonely in a different place, though if you lose your love while it is still perfect you at least have a clear explanation for your grief, while if it gradually crumbles in your hands you do not.” IfsThinkingLongStillsDifferentEnoughHandsLosesPerfectGriefClearShareLonelyExplanationFadesBetter OffDifferent PlacePristine Book:Losing Julia Source: Losing Julia
“I don’t think we ever really live in the present; instead, we’re either just this side of the past or future, wavering anxiously between anticipation and recollection. That’s where I lived my life, always wanting, longing, wishing.” ThinkingPastWishSidesLongingAnticipationRecollectionLive In The PresentWavering Book:Losing Julia Source: Losing Julia
“I think we all look for clues that we are not utterly alone... Clues we find in literature and paintings and music and even someone’s eyes; clues that demonstrate that someone else has felt the same indescribable feelings, seen the same things or passed by the spot even if it was by candlelight three hundred years ago. It means everything, like finding footprints in the sand of a deserted island.” IfsThinkingYearsLooksMeanFeelingsEyeThreeLiteratureFeltPaintingFindingsHundredYears AgoSpotsIslandsSandClueFootprintDesertedIndescribableCandlelightDeserted IslandFootprints In The Sand Book:Losing Julia Source: Losing Julia
“Without art; without paintings, books, sculpture and music, the human soul would be quite impenetrable, don't you think?” ThinkingHumansArtBookSoulWould BePaintingSculptureHuman SoulWithout Pain Author:Jonathan Hull
