“When the cathedral bells struck seven, there was a single, limpid star in the rose-colored sky, a ship called out a disconsolate farewell, and in my throat I felt the Gordian knot of all the loves that might have been and weren’t. I could not bear anymore.”
- Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Memories of my Melencholy Whores, 53 -
There were the roses, in the rain.
Don’t cut them, I pleaded.
They won’t last, she said.
But they are so beautiful
where they are.
Agh, we were all beautiful once, she
said,
and cut them and gave them to me
in my hand.
- W. C. W. (1948) -
Categories: poetry
“How much of human life is left in waiting?”
- from the fourth Indiana Jones movie; at the very end
Categories: inquisition · quote
