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melancholy notes: You Learn
by Jorge Luis Borges
You learn.
After a while you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
and company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
and presents aren’t promises,
and you…
(Source: crashinglybeautiful)
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…these things are like sunlight and vanish. It can happen at mid-day or happen late. And then, what was possible no longer is or ever will be again.
…wait and watch and see if from one split second to the next, it doesn’t go. Watch and see. You might be on the stairs in just your slip, or you might be somewhere else, lying in the dark. You can’t predict the place or time. Only afterwards will you be able to say, for always, it was then; that was the moment.
…wait and watch and see if from one split second to the next, it doesn’t go. Watch and see. You might be on the stairs in just your slip, or you might be somewhere else, lying in the dark. You can’t predict the place or time. Only afterwards will you be able to say, for always, it was then; that was the moment.
Sacred Country by Rose Tremain
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If dying were easy. If you could just say, goodnight etcetera. I tried it one night. Sonny lay on his side, facing me. I put my mouth close to his mouth and breathed his breath, like mustard gas. For I had often thought, the breath of a person you no longer love or respect could be a poison to kill you, and it does. But it kills you slowly. So slowly that it isn’t often you notice you are dying.
Sacred Country by Rose Tremain
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