“Last week I pocketed a thesaurus and looked for synonyms for you but could only find rain and more rain and a thunderstorm that sounded like glass, like crystal, like an orchestra.”
Source: The Anatomy of Being
“Now he has again preceded me a little in parting from this strange world. This has no importance. For people like us who believe in physics, the separation between past, present and future has only the importance of an admittedly tenacious illusion.”
“Both of us were imprisoned. But I pressed his face into my mind, as seals are pressed in wax, so I could carry it with me.”
Source: Circe
“Some girls would consider this an insult. Not me, because if you had any idea how close we used to be, you would know how sincere she is. I guess you could say she’s still my friend, but a friend I keep at arm’s length.”
Source: Zonked Out: The Teen Psychologist of San Marcos Who Killed Her Santa Claus and Found the Blue-Black Edge of the Love Universe
“Goodbye too painful a word to utter, we part in silence.”
Source: The Safeguarded Heart
“No desolation equal to that of the pagan, suddenly bereft. For to the pagan, there is no hereafter.”
Source: Waltz into Darkness
“Diana wept a tear after we made love and said, My Earthly darling, I must bid you farewell…
She could have been my wife,
But her time, I didn't dare wish to waste.”
Source: Cherokee Mist: The Lost Writings
“I had now also got to deal with the fate of my horses and my dogs... In the end I decided to give them to my friends.
I rode in to Nairobi on my favourite horse, Rouge, going very slowly and looking round to the North, and the South. It was a very strange thing to Rouge, I thought, to be going in by the Nairobi road, and not to be coming back. I installed him, with some trouble, in the horse-van of the Naivasha train, I stood in the van and felt, for the last time, his silky muzzle against my hands and my face. I will not let thee go, Rouge, except thou bless me. We had found together the riding-path down to the river amongst the Native shambas and huts, on the steep slippery descent he had walked as nimbly as a mule, and in the brown running river-water I had seen my own head and his close together. May you now, in a valley of clouds, eat carnations to the right and stock to the left.”
Source: Out of Africa
“But when we have offered love and reverence of our own accord, and not out of habit, when we have been disciples and friends with our innermost feelings, then it is a bitter and terrible moment when the realization is suddenly brought home to us that the guiding current of our life is bearing us away from those we love. Then the terrified heart flees anxiously back to the valleys of childhood virtues, and cannot believe that the rupture must take place, that another bond must be severed.”
Source: Demian: Die Geschichte von Emil Sinclairs Jugend
“I go to my fathers, I welcome the shore
Which crowns all my hopes or which buries my cares.
Then farewell, my dear, my lov'd daughter, adieu!
The last pang of life is in parting from you!
Two seraphs awaits me long shrouded in death;
I will bear them your love on my last parting breath.”