methinks I should hear with indifference if a trustworthy messenger were to inform me that the sun drowned himself last night
10.27.2013
further asunder
...Thoreau's Journal: 27-Oct-1851
The obstacles which the heart meets with are like granite blocks which one alone cannot move. She who was as the morning light to me is now neither the morning star nor the evening star. We meet but to find each other further asunder, and the oftener we meet the more rapid our divergence. So a star of the first magnitude pales in the heavens, not from any fault in the observer’s eye nor from any fault in itself, perchance, but because its progress in its own system has put a greater distance between.
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i find when i meet a woman that i once looked upon as an angel, but we are no more, that i wonder why i ever thought that to begin with! or there is a sorrow within me that shall never leave!, im sure others share this. michael jameson
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