“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
“Living as a couple never means that each gets half. You must take turns at giving more than getting. It’s not the same as a bow to the other whether to dine out rather than in, or which one gets massaged that evening with oil of calendula; there are seasons in the life of a couple that function, I think, a little like a night watch. One stands guard, often for a long time, providing the serenity in which the other can work at something. Usually that something is sinewy and full of spines. One goes inside the dark place while the other one stays outside, holding up the moon.” ThinkingGivingMeanLittlesLongNightTurnsDarkHalfWatchesCoupleMoonLong TimeSeasonsFunctionOilEveningBowsSerenityProvidingSpineDark PlacesDine Author:Marlena De Blasi
