I only know what it is that's wrong with him; not why it is."
And what is it?" asked Lucy fearfully, expecting some harrowing tale.
The old trouble; things won't fit."
What things?"
The things of the universe. It's quite true. They don't."
Oh Mr. Emerson, whatever do you mean?"
In his ordinary voice, so that she scarcely realized he was quoting poetry, he said:

"'From far, from eve and morning,
And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither: here am I."

George and I both know this, but why does it distress him? We know that we come from the winds, and that we shall return to them; that all of life is perhaps a knot, a tangle, a blemish in the eternal smoothness. But why should this make us unhappy? Let us rather love one another, and work and rejoice. I don't believe in this world of sorrow.

E.M. Forster

Mots clés life blemish knot rejoice tangle

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Each arrow you shoot off
carries its own target
into the decidedly
secret
tangle

Paul Celan

Mots clés poetry tangle target arrow

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Damn, she was getting so tangled up by guilt and desire. ~Nikki in Texas Tangle

Leah Braemel

Mots clés romance guilt erotic tangle

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Through the night we drove in a tangle of waking and sleeping, nightmares from hell and holy white dreams.

Glenda Millard

Mots clés dreams night hell holy sleeping nightmares tangle waking drove

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