Behind all art is an element of desire…Love of life, of existence, love of another human being, love of human beings is in some way behind all art – even the most angry, even the darkest, even the most grief-stricken, and even the most embittered art has that element somewhere behind it. Because how could you be so despairing, so embittered, if you had not had something you loved that you lost?
I couldn’t tell fact from fiction
or if my dream was true,
The only sure prediction
in this whole word was you.
I’d touched your features inchly,
heard love and dared the cost.
The scented speil reeled me unreal
and found my senses lost.
from Senses of Insecurity
For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.
For each beloved hour
Sharp pittances of years,
Bitter contested farthings
And coffers heaped with tears.
How can something so wrong feel so right?
The words ‘I love you’ are worthless when you don’t know who the ‘I’ is in that statement.
A fortuneteller at a magicians’ convention in Atlantic City once told him that when he fell in love it would be forever, and he laughed at the notion, but now he sees that reading was completely on target.
Separate dressing rooms and bathrooms, Vimes thought…if you had the money, there was no better way to keep a happy marriage happy. And
Every beginner possesses a great potential to be an expert in his or her chosen field.
I believe the vital ingredient is love-a state of caring and compassion that is so deep and genuine that the barriers we erect around the self are transcended.
Do me the kindness of at least scraping me from the bottom of your shoes.