#year

The simple lack of her is more to me than others' presence. ↗

— Edward Thomas

#yearning #love

I looked for that which is not, nor can be, And hope deferred made my heart sick, in truth; But years must pass before a hope of youth Is resigned utterly. I watched and waited with a steadfast will: And, tho' the object seemed to fly away That I so longed for, ever, day by day, I watched and waited still. Sometimes I said,-'This thing shall be no more; My expectation wearies, and shall cease; I will resign it now, and be at peace.'- Yet never gave it o'er. Sometimes I said,-'It is an empty name I long for; to a name why should I give The peace of all the days I have to live?'- Yet gave it all the same. Alas! thou foolish one,- alike unfit For healthy joy and salutary pain, Thou knowest the chase useless, and again Turnest to follow it. ↗

— Christina Rossetti

#love #poetry #yearning #love

Glenn used to say the reason you can’t really imagine yourself being dead was that as soon as you say, 'I’ll be dead,' you’ve said the word 'I,' and so you’re still alive inside the sentence. And that’s how people got the idea of the immortality of the soul—it was a consequence of grammar. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#the-year-of-the-flood #imagination

I’ve long believed that for an award to gain prestige, all it takes is having one famous person win it—even if that one person doesn’t know about the award or the fact that they’ve won it. That’s why last year’s “Albatross Harbor’s Man of the Year Award” went to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. And from all the votes this year (one), it looks like the winner will be me. I’ve already begun writing my acceptance speech. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#funny #man-of-the-year #prestige #sir-arthur-conan-doyle #funny

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it. ↗

— Amy Lowell

#yearning #love

Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#garcía #hundred #márquez #of #one

In that Macondo forgotten even by the birds, where the dust and the heat had become so strong that it was difficult to breathe, secluded by solitude and love and by the solitude of love in a house where it was almost impossible to sleep because of the noise of the red ants, Aureliano, and Amaranta Úrsula were the only happy beings, and the most happy on the face of the earth. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#love

Teamwork was more accepted 40 years ago. ↗

— Ken Olsen

#ago #more #teamwork #years

She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it. ↗

— Jean Rhys

#loss #love #yearning #life

I have been playing a lot of keyboards, especially in the last five or six years. I suppose it gives you more scope than the guitar, although it does tend to make you write a different way. ↗

— Mick Ralphs

#been #different #different way #does #especially