“Our babies cried when we left them and we cry when they leave us. Echoes. Proud almost to arrogance then, we pushed them about in their carriages. Dutifully, wearily now they push us about in our chairs.” LeftCryBabyProudArroganceChairsCriedEchoesCarriages Author:Marlena De Blasi
“Much of my crying is for joy and wonder rather than for pain. A trumpet's wailing, a wind's warm breath, the chink of a bell on an errant lamb, the smoke from a candle just spent, first light, twilight, firelight. Everyday beauty. I cry for how life intoxicates. And maybe just a little for how swiftly it runs.” FirstsLittlesLightRunningPainJoyWonderCryWindBreathsEverydayWarmSmokeCandleBellsTwilightLambsTrumpetsWailingChinks Book:A Thousand Days in Venice: An Unexpected Romance Source: A Thousand Days in Venice: An Unexpected Romance
