Clinging to each other
Clinging to each other won’t save you maggots when the boot falls! Gangrel
Clinging
When I sleepwalk into
When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you up in the moonlight, you cling to me hard, as if clinging could save us. I think you think I will never die, I think I exude to you the permanence of smoke or stars, even as my broken arms heal themselves … Read more
There’s no point in
There’s no point in clinging to illusions. Eva Heller
I worry hope will
I worry hope will crush me, the way love has so many times before. Are they so different, hope and love? O & E in the same place, half of the other in each word. Both swimming in unknowns. I’ve been through the big changes. These ones should seem easier in comparison, I should be … Read more
When our individual interests
When our individual interests and prospects do not seem worth living for, we are in desperate need for something apart from us to live for. All forms of dedication, devotion, loyalty and self-surrender are in essence a desperate clinging to something which might give worth and meaning to our futile, spoiled lives. Eric Hoffer
The well adjusted make
The well adjusted make poor prophets. A pleasant existence blinds us to the possibilities of drastic change. We cling to what we call our common sense, our practical point of view. Actually, these are names for an all-absorbing familiarity with things as they are. . . . Thus it happens that when the times become … Read more
He could not forget
He could not forget the touch of her arms around his neck, impatiently felt as it had been at the time; but now the recollection of her clinging defence of him, seemed to thrill him through and through,—to melt away every resolution, all power of self-control, as if it were wax before a fire. Elizabeth … Read more
I still believe in
I still believe in man in spite of man. I believe in language even though it has been wounded, deformed, and perverted by the enemies of mankind. And I continue to cling to words because it is up to us to transform them into instruments of comprehension rather than contempt. It is up to us … Read more
A gift of flowers
A gift of flowers to a woman implies that she is as deliciously desirable as the blossoms themselves; but there may be another and hidden message, contained in the old-fashioned phrases like ‘shy as a violet, ‘clinging vine,’ not originally conceived as pejoratives, that tells more of the truth – which is that flowers are … Read more
Everything was usual. That
Everything was usual. That was depression: being stuck, clinging to an out-of-date version of oneself. Edward St Aubyn