Perhaps in the end the suffering is all, it’s all contained in the suffering. The final atoms of it all are simply pain.
How much harm, eddying outward in fateful circles, Clement was beginning to foresee.
I must have been assuming that without me there it would be all cobwebs and desolation.
I’ve never had any luck, Brad. I don’t even hope for any any more.
I wanted to drag us all down into some common pool of feeling, I wanted to stop this conventional machine of awful insincere politeness.
At this point Bellamy suddenly remembered another dream which at the time had made him smile. He dreamt he was a little tiny frightened animal called ‘Spingle-spangle’. Later he did not smile. The little doomed creature was an image of what he most feared, insanity.
God, how the young and beautiful vanish and are no more seen.
There was a sort of grey dripping figure that kept trying to rise up in my mind and which I ruthlessly violently banished.
It is the long still moment of dreamy suspended passion before the spinning clutching descent.
Yet it was not that a rapture or a glory which had once shone around her had passed away from the world. The rapture and the glory whose hauntings she suffered had never manifested themselves in her life at all.
Please excuse this outpouring which perhaps makes no sense but is the utter darkness of my spirit pouring from me like black blood.
If Buddhists think evil is unreal they must be mad! Thinking evil is unreal is holding hands with evil under the table!
Her love for men had always been somehow neurotic and unfulfilled.
The madcap English weather which had been putting on a passable imitation of June now decided to play March.
Only the house was still desolate and the day had a livid ruined atmosphere, time had been damaged in some deep way, like on a day of bereavement or frightful national disaster.
Happiness must exist. It can’t all be made of pain. But what is happiness made of?
She had never been filled with her love like a calm brimming vessel. She had rather suffered it, as a tree might suffer a cold wind, and the image of a coldness was somehow mingled with her memories of marital love.
We all love a glimpse of Lucas, it’s a religious experience.
Oh, all right, perhaps it wasn’t all your fault, I was just doomed from the start.
Jealousy lasts forever. Bad news for the young.