“Memories are like fireflies darting across the surface of my mind, showing me here and there images so sharp and vivid that I catch my breath in wonder before the vignette disappears, sinking like a pebble into the quicksand of regret and recrimination.” MindMemoriesWonderRegretBreathsSurfaceDisappearVividHere And ThereSinkingOf My MindPebblesFireflyQuicksandVignettes Author:Susan Kay
“A composition which dazzles at first sight by gaudy epithets, or brilliant turns or expression, or glittering trains of imagery, may fade gradually from the mind, leaving no enduring impression; but words which flow fresh and warm from a full heart, and which are instinct with the life and breath of human feeling, pass into household memories, and partake of the immortality of the affections from which they spring.” MindFirstsHumansHeartMayFeelingsTurnsMemoriesStyleExpressionSpringFlowSightBreathsTrainInstinctEndureLeavingAffectionWarmBrilliantImpressionImmortalityFadesHouseholdCompositionImageryDazzleGaudyEpithetFull Hearts Book:Essays and Reviews Source: Essays and Reviews
“It is so often the odd, the unexpected, the apparently trifling, that stamps itself upon the memory for ever, while much more memorable things pass away like a breath of wind.” MemoriesWindBreathsOddMemorableUnexpectedStampsSmall ThingsPassing AwayTrifling Book:A Woman Talking Source: A Woman Talking
“If you will take me for your wife, Walter, I will love you dearly. If you will let me go with you, Walter, I will go to the world's end without fear. I can give up nothing for you - I have nothing to resign, and no one to forsake; but all my love and life shall be devoted to you, and with my last breath I will breathe your name to God if I have sense and memory left.” IfsWorldLoveGivingI CanEndsLastsNamesLeftMemoriesWifeLove YouGiving UpLet MeBreathsBreatheTake MeDevotedLife And LoveForsakeLet Me Go Book:Dombey and Son Source: Dombey and Son
“But in order to survive in this foreign world, I had to teach myself that love was very much like a painting. The negative space between people was just as important as the positive space we occupy. The air between our resting bodies, and the breath in our conversations, were all like the white of the canvas, and the rest our relationship- the laughter and the memories- were the brushstroke applied over time.” PeopleWorldImportantBodyOrderMemoriesSpaceWhiteTeachAirPaintingConversationLaughterNegativeBreathsOur RelationshipCanvasSpace BetweenNegative Space Book:The Lost Wife Source: The Lost Wife