“At bed-time I went into my room and put out the light. I didn't get undressed. I lay on my bed and looked out of the window at the stars. I read in a book that the stars can take you anywhere. I've never wanted to be an astronaut because of the helmets. If I were up there on the moon, or by the Milky Way, I'd want to feel the stars round my head. I'd want them in my hair the way they are in paintings of the gods. I'd want my whole body to feel the space, the empty space and points of light. That's how dancers must feel, dancers and acrobats, just for a second, that freedom.” IfsWayWantFeelsBookWholeBodyLightWantedStarsSpaceRoomsPaintingHairBedMoonWindowEmptyLaysRoundsDancerAstronautHelmetEmpty SpaceMilky WayPoints Of LightBed Time Author:Jeanette Winterson
“it may not always be so; and i say that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch his heart, as mine in time not far away; if on another's face your sweet hair lay in such a silence as i know,or such great writhing words as, uttering overmuch, stand helplessly before the spirit at bay; if this should be, i say if this should be- you of my heart, send me a little word; that i may go unto him, and take his hands, saying, Accept all happiness from me. Then shall i turn my face,and hear one bird sing terribly afar in the lost lands.” IfsKnowsShouldHeartMayLittlesHandsFacesSpiritTurnsLostStrongSilenceAcceptingLandMinesSweetHairMy HeartBirdLaysFingersLipsDearBe YouFar AwayAfarClutch Book:100 Selected Poems Source: 100 Selected Poems
“My family suffered. My hair turned up in every corner, every drawer, every meal. Even in the rice puddings Tessie made, covering each little bowl with wax paper before putting it away in the fridge--even into these prophylactically secure desserts my hair found its way! Jet black hairs wound themselves around bars of soap. They lay pressed like flower stems between the pages of books. They turned up in eyeglass cases, birthday cards, once--I swear--inside an egg Tessie had just cracked. The next-door neighbor's cat coughed up a hairball one day and the hair was not the cat's.” WayLittlesMadeBookNextFoundBlackCasesDoorsFlowerHairOne DayPaperPagesCatMy FamilyLaysCornersNeighborWoundsBarsCardsSecureMealsEggsSwearBowlsStemSoapRiceCoveringJetDessertCrackedDrawersPuddingFridgesEyeglassesBlack HairNext Door NeighborsBirthday CardHairballsRice Pudding Book:Middlesex Source: Middlesex
“For once, he slept first. She lay in the dark, listening to him breathe, stealing a little of his warmth as her own body cooled. Since he was asleep, she stroked his hair. "I love you," she murmured. "I love you so much, I'm stupid about it." With a sigh, she settled down, closed her eyes, and willed her mind to empty. Beside her, Roarke smiled into the dark. He never slept first.” MindFirstsLittlesBodyEyeDarkLove YouStupidHairListeningEmptyLaysBreatheStealingWarmthHer EyesSighLove You So MuchI Love You So Much Book:J. D. Robb In Death Collection Source: J. D. Robb In Death Collection