“Though sands be black and bitter black the sea, Night lie before me and behind me night, And God within far Heaven refuse to light The consolation of the dawn for me,-- Between the shadowy burns of Heaven and Hell, It is enough love leaves my soul to dwell With memory.” SoulEnoughLightLyingNightHeavenBlackMemoriesBehindsHellSeaRefuseBitterMy SoulDawnSandConsolationHeaven And HellEnough Love Author:Madison Cawein
“In my old age, I have come to believe that love is not a noun but a verb. An action. Like water, it flows to its own current. If you were to corner it in a dam, true love is so bountiful it would flow over. Even in separation, even in death, it moves and changes. It lives within memory, in the haunting of a touch, the transience of a smell, or the nuance of a sigh. It seeks to leave a trace like a fossil in the sand, a leaf burning into baking asphalt.” IfsBelieveAgeActionMovingWaterMemoriesLove IsFlowCurrentsCornersSmellSeparationOld AgeBurningSandLeafsSighFossilsHauntingBakingVerbsNuanceNounsTrue Love IsDamsTransienceAsphalt Author:Alyson Richman