Images The person who loves you has picked you out of the great mass of uncreated clay which is humanity to make something out of, and the poor lumpish clay which is you wants to find out what it has been made into. But at the same time, you, in the act of loving somebody, become real, cease to be a part of the continuum of the uncreated clay and get the breath of #life in you and rise up. So you create yourself by creating another person, who, however, has also created you, picked up the you-chunk of clay out of the mass. So there are two you's, the one you create by loving and the one the beloved creates by loving you. The farther those two you's are apart the more the world grinds and grudges on its axis. But if you loved and were loved perfectly then there wouldn't be any difference between the two you's or any distance between them. They would coincide perfectly, there would be perfect focus, as when a stereoscope gets the twin images on the card into perfect alignment. ROBERT PENN WARREN, Four Quarters, 1970

Yearning “After all, what was the whole wide world but a place for people to yearn for their heart's impossible desires, for those desires to become entrenched in defiance of logic, plausibility, and even the passage of time, as eternal as polished marble. ” ― Richard Russo, Empire Fall

Insane I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. - Edgar Allan Poe

Pieces She left pieces of her #life behind her everywhere she went. It's easier to feel the sunlight without them, she said. ― Brian Andreas, Story People: Selected Stories & Drawings of Brian Andreas

Hearing "You can hear something over and over and over and over and over and still not hear it. It does not click. No lo comprendo. Until you're ready to hear it. And then it is defeaning." - Jen Sincero, Don't Sleep With Your Drummer