Everything, it seemed, was built on opposites, on division. No breath could both be in and out, none could be free and yet orderly. Always the one paid for the other, though each was equally essentia l . Narcissus and Golmund ~ Herman Hesse
"I see myself forever and ever as the ridiculous man, the lonely soul, the wanderer, the restless frustrated artist, the man in love with love, always in search of the absolute, always seeking the unattainable." — Henry Miller, Stand Still Like the Hummingbird
I can not love you with a love That outcompares the boundless sea, For that were false, as no such love And no such ocean can ever be. But I can love you with a love As finite as the wave that dies And dying holds from crest to crest The blue of everlasting skies. ― Angela Manalang-Gloria , excerpt from To the Man I Married
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