“Only the margin left to write on now. I love you, I love you, I love you.”
“Just to be in love seemed the most blissful luxury I had ever known. The thought came to me that perhaps it is the loving that counts, not the being loved in return — that perhaps true loving can never know anything but happiness. For a moment I felt that I had discovered a great truth.”
“Ah, but you’re the insidious type–Jane Eyre with of touch of Becky Sharp. A thoroughly dangerous girl.”
“He stood staring into the wood for a minute, then said: “What is it about the English countryside — why is the beauty so much more than visual? Why does it touch one so?”
He sounded faintly sad. Perhaps he finds beauty saddening — I do myself sometimes. Once when I was quite little I asked father why this was and he explained that it was due to our knowledge of beauty’s evanescence, which reminds us that we ourselves shall die. Then he said I was probably too young to understand him; but I understood perfectly.”
“I believe it is customary to get one’s washing over first in baths and bask afterwards; personally, I bask first. I have discovered that the first few minutes are the best and not to be wasted– my brain always seethes with ideas and life suddenly looks much better than did.”
re-read this over break, sarah. this is what’s been missing.
i love you, sarah.
have a goodnight!