He did; he understood. All that they were to each other seemed cradled within this simple fact. He felt no surprise or even regret but, rather, a deep and sudden gratitude and, with it, a force of clarity, filling him like a breath of winter air. He wondered what this feeling was and then he knew. He was giving her up.
But my words become stained with your love.
You occupy everything, you occupy everything.
(from "So That You Will Hear Me")
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.
(from "Here I Love You")
I ordered an actual physical book. There was no ebook version of this edition and I love this translation.
Sister Claire often went to the 6:00 A.M. before her daily jog, which she referred to as a visit to “Our Lady of Endorphins.”
😸 I should look at running this way instead of just plain exercise. 😸
Started using Serial Reader. It's a fun modern equivalent of getting serials like in the Victorian era and a great way to read the classics.
I guess I'm going forward with the apocalyptic themed reading this fall. I just finished The Girl with All the Gifts. I've just started The Passage.
