One never stops climbing, Julie, unless he wants to stop and vegetate. There’s always something just ahead.
Irene HuntTags: life journey striving climbing pursuit
Beautiful hours move so quickly.
Irene HuntTags: happiness beauty time fleeting
I found lines that mirrored an ache and longing I had so often felt when the beauty around my woods cathedral was too intense, when the need to grasp and keep loveliness left me with a sense of desolate frustration.
Irene HuntTags: beauty nature feelings intense
From my window I watched the full moon—a moon that reminded me of Brett—become shadowed, little by little until there was only a deep blackness in the woods at night. I would sit there wakeful, hour after hour, and wonder if this aching around my heart, this sense of being alone, forlorn and unwanted in a world where there was gayety and love for others of my age, was going to continue for all of my days.
Irene HuntTags: growing-up sadness thoughts adolescence lovesick
On such a night,’ I thought, ‘were ill and good,
Bright and unlovely; precious, tawdry,
All mingled into one
And pressed against my heart.
Tags: poetry feelings mixed-emotions
We mustn’t give trouble a shape before it throws its shadow.
Irene HuntTags: optimism worry thoughts trouble
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