In That Largeness Of Heart, That Capacity For Feeling And Desire And Passion, There's Some Kind Of Holiness.

One realizes that human relationships are the tragic necessity of human life; that they can never be wholly satisfactory, that every ego is half the time greedily seeking them, and half the time pulling away from them.

Willa Cather, Not Under Forty

He cried as if crying was a language he alone knew and in it there was something urgent he needed to say.

Niall Williams, History of the Rain

Look how much sadness you can make from showing sadness restrained.

- Heather Christle, The Crying Book

the precise sound of a flower bud

- Ross Gay, Weeping

from behind a / pillar / of unarrived / moments

- Zofia Zarębianka, tr. Regina Grol

Thought and life are as the poles asunder.

- Virginia Woolf, Orlando

the beauty’s really in the movement, in watching your mouth try to swallow despair.

- Heather Christle, The Crying Book

So the truth is he didn't fall in love either, he fell into Faith

Niall Williams, History of the Rain

The first thing you ever did was cry.

- Heather Christle, The Crying Book

“You want to know what it was like? It was like my whole life had a fever. Whole acres of me were on fire. The sun talked dirty in my ear all night. I couldn’t drive past a wheatfield without doing it violence. I couldn’t even look at a bridge. I used to go out in the brush sometimes, So far out there no one could hear me, And just burn. I felt all right then. I couldn’t hurt anyone else. I was just a pillar of fire. It wasn’t the burning so much as the loneliness. It wasn’t the loneliness so much as the fear of being alone. Christ look at you pouring from the rocks. You’re so cold you’re boiling over. You’ve got stars in your hair. I don’t want to be around you. I don’t want to drink you in. I want to walk into the heart of you And never walk back out.”

— Nico Alvarado, “Tim Riggins Speaks of Waterfalls” (via cannedheaven)