“Lately her mournful spirituality had provoked in me the most primitive impulses … My heart’s desire was that she sit on my lap in the yellow muscadine sunlight.”
— Walker Percy, from Love in the Ruins (Ivy Books, 1971)
“He felt himself caught up in her look, held there before the judgment seat of her eyes.”
— Flannery O’Connor, The Violent Bear It Away
from Representations of Female Suicide by Drowning in Victorian Culture by Valerie Meessen
“I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.”
— Warsan Shire
Printing this out and sticking it next to my bed was the best decision I’ve made all week.
