First we feel. Then we fall.
First kiss does the trick. The propitious moment. Something inside them goes pop.
Every physical quality admired by men in women is in direct connexion with the manifold functions of women for the propagation of the species.
Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves.
Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas.
Each lost soul will be a hell unto itself, the boundless fire raging in its very vitals.
Desire’s wind blasts the thorntree but after it becomes from a bramblebush to be a rose upon the rood of time.
Death, a cause of terror to the sinner, is a blessed moment for him who has walked in the right path, fulfilling the duties of his station in life, attending to his morning and evening prayers, approaching the holy sacrament frequently and performing good and merciful works.
Death is the highest form of life.
Coming events cast their shadows before.
Can’t bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.
But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.
