Love Is Quotes (page 80)
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Consummation Of Grief. I even hear the mountainsthe way they laughup and down their blue sidesand down in the waterthe fish cryand the water is their tears. I listen to the wateron nights I drink awayand the sadness becomes so great. I hear it in my clockit becomes knobs upon my dresserit becomes paper on the floorit becomes a shoehorna laundry ticketit becomescigarette smokeclimbing a chapel of dark vines. . . it matters littlevery little love is not so bador very little lifewhat countsis...
Charles Bukowski
Did you ever, in that wonderland wilderness of adolesence [sic] ever, quite unexpectedly, see something, a dusk sky, a wild bird, a landscape, so exquisite terror touched you at the bone? And you are afraid, terribly afraid the smallest movement, a leaf, say, turning in the wind, will shatter all? That is, I think, the way love is, or should be: one lives in beautiful terror.
Truman Capote
