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“Late have I loved you, O beauty ever ancient, ever new. Late have I loved you. You have called to me, and have called out, and have shattered my deafness. You have blazed forth with light and have put my blindness to flight! You have sent forth fragrance, and I have drawn in my breath, and I pant after you. I have tasted you, and I hunger and thirst after you. You have touched me, and I have burned for your peace.”

Light Late Breaths Ancient Hunger Flight Touched Burned Thirst Blindness Fragrance Shattered I Loved You Deafness Hunger And Thirst

Author:Saint Augustine

“I knew, in the silence that followed, that anything could happen here. It might be too late: again, I might have missed my chance. But I would at least know I tried, that I took my heart and extended my hand, whatever the outcome. "Okay," he said. He took a breath. "What would you do, if you could do anything?" I took a step toward him, closing the space between us. "This," I said. And then I kissed him.”

Ifs Knows Heart Said Hands Might Happens Romance Chance Space Silence Steps My Heart Late Okay Breaths Outcomes Too Late Closing Space Between

Book:The Truth About Forever

Source: The Truth About Forever

“He lay listening to the water drip in the woods. Bedrock, this. The cold and the silence. The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void. Carried forth and scattered and carried forth again. Everything uncoupled from its shoring. Unsupported in the ashen air. Sustained by a breath, trembling and brief. If only my heart were stone.”

Ifs World Heart Water Silence Air Wind Listening Cold My Heart Late Stones Breaths Lays Woods Void Ashes Trembling Bleak Bedrock

Book:The Road

Source: The Road

“I should have kissed more than your hand...thought I'd have more time," he whispered between liquid, panting breaths. "...too late now." I looked into his eyes and completely forgot the rest of the world. In that moment, all I knew was that I was holding Stark in my arms, and I was going to lose him very, very soon.”

World Should Moments Hands Eye Loses Arms Late Should Have Breaths His Eyes Too Late That Moment More Time Liquid Starks House Of Night

Author:P. C. Cast

“Think of the sound you make when you let go after holding your breath for a very, very long time. Think of the gladdest sound you know: the sound of dawn on the first day of spring break, the sound of a bottle of Coke opening, the sound of a crowd cheering in your ears because you're coming down to the last part of a race--and you're ahead. Think of the sound of water over stones in a cold stream, and the sound of wind through green trees on a late May afternoon in Central Park. Think of the sound of a bus coming into the station carrying someone you love. Then put all those together.”

Source: The Wednesday Wars

“Even this late it happens the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. Even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.”

Ifs Dream Body Light Happens Stars Air Tomorrow Late Breaths Shining Warm Bones Dust Candle Lit Pillow Bouquets Flare

Book:Collected Poems

Source: Collected Poems

“For a long time now I haven't existed. I'm utterly calm. No one distinguishes me from who I am. I just felt myself breath as if I'd done something new, or done it late. I'm beginning to be conscious of being conscious. Perhaps tomorrow I will wake up to myself and resume the course of my existence. I don't know if that will make more happy or less. I don't know anything.”

Ifs Knows Long Done Courses Felt Existence Havens Tomorrow Late Long Time Conscious Wake Up Breaths Calm Who I Am Something New Resumes

Book:The Book of Disquietude: By Bernardo Soares, Assistant Bookkeeper in the City of Lisbon

Source: The Book of Disquietude: By Bernardo Soares, Assistant Bookkeeper in the City of Lisbon

“I have this disease late at night sometimes, involving alcohol and the telephone. I get drunk, and I drive my wife away with a breath like mustard gas and roses. And then, speaking gravely and elegantly into the telephone, I ask the telephone operators to connect me with this friend or that one, from whom I have not heard in years.”

Source: Slaughterhouse-five, Or, The Children's Crusade: A Duty-dance with Death