1.
I was a child and she was a child,
In
this kingdom by the sea;
But
we loved with a love that was more than love-
I
and my Annabel Lee;
With
a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted
her and me.
2.And
this was the reason that, long ago,
In
this kingdom by the sea,
A
wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My
beautiful Annabel Lee;
So
that her highborn kinsman came
And
bore her away from me,
To
shut her up in a sepulchre
In
this kingdom by the sea.
3.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went
envying her and me-
Yes!-
that was the reason (as all men know,
In
this kingdom by the sea)
That
the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling
and killing my Annabel Lee.
3.But
our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of
those who were older than we-
Of
many far wiser than we-
And
neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor
the demons down under the sea,
Can
ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of
the beautiful Annabel Lee.
4.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of
the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And
the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of
the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And
so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of
my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In
the sepulchre there by the sea,
In
her tomb by the sounding sea.”
5.
“What had survived - maybe all that had survived of Trism - was Liir's sense of
him. A catalog of impressions that arose from time to time, unbidden and often
upsetting. From the sandy smell of his sandy hair to the locked grip of his
muscles as they had wrestled in sensuous aggression - unwelcome nostalgia.
Trism lived in Liir's heart like a full suit of clothes in a wardrobe, dress
habillards maybe, hollow and real at once. The involuntary memory of the best
of Trism's glinting virtues sometimes kicked up unquietable spasms of longing.”
6.
“All that history, the love & laughter, is designed for youth. It is what
keeps the story of who we are alive from one generation to the next. It ensures
our indelible mark in the souls of generations we will never have the pleasure
of holding in a warm embrace. Life is short people. Before you know it, another
decade will pass, people you love will be lost to this world, and all that will
be left of them is what we carry in our hearts." 2011”
―
E.B. Loan
7.
“I don't know why I feel so wounded with Kartik's obvious infatuation with
Pippa. There's no romance between us. There's nothing that tethers us but this
dark secret neither of us wants. It's not Kartik's longing that hurts. It's my
own. It's knowing that I'll never have what she has--a beauty so powerful it
brings things to you. I fear I will always have to chase things I want. I'll
always have to wonder whether I'm truly wanted or whether I've just been
settled for.”
8.
“Love is the spice of life!" Aunt Lydia picked up her glass and took a
long drink before setting it down again. "Did it end in heartache,
dear?" "Well, yes...but it was the good kind of heart ache, Aunt
Lydia. The kind where you'll always think fondly of each other, even though you
know your love could never be." My aunt squealed with delight. "Ooh, I
just love stories that end that way! Those happy, sappy endings in romance
novels aren't realistic at all. But if you can gaze up at the stars at night
and think fondly of your lost love, then it's worth falling in love and losing
him." "You're absolutely right.”
―
Lynn Austin, Wonderland Creek
9.
“And I saw that all my life I had known that this was going to happen, and that
I'd been afraid for a long time, I'd been afraid for a long time. There's fear,
of course, with everybody. But now it had grown, it had grown gigantic; it
filled me and it filled the whole world.”
10.
“She thought about him all the time - not so much about Doug the individual,
but rather about the nature of love, and the shock of learning how quickly it
could disappear.”
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