Alone and Forsaken
We met in the spring time when blossoms unfold
The pastures were green and the meadows were gold
Our love was in flower as summer grew on
Her love like the leaves now have withered and gone
The roses have faded, there's frost at my door
The birds in the morning don't sing anymore
The grass in the valley is starting to die
And out in the darkness the whippoorwills cry 🎶
Düşlerin kumaşı
"Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep"
Devraldıklarıyla bir gün böyle dağılacak
Nasıl söndüyse deminki hayalet oyun,
Duman izi bile kalmayacak ardında,
Düşlerin kumaşından yapılmışız biz,
Bir uykuyla kuşatılmış ufacık yaşamımız.
I'm not shy, I'll say it
I've been picturing you naked
I'm a little faded
You look like a fuckin' paintin'
Big doe eyes, amazin'
She's everything I've been prayin'
My heart palpitation
She looks like the type to break it
I’M WEIRD.
Everyone says so. I suppose it’s because while other fifteen-year-olds are talking about the best lip gloss and which movie star is hotter, I would rather be curled up with a book. Seriously—have you been to a high school lately? Why would anyone sane want to interact with Cro-Magnon hockey players, or run the gauntlet of mean girls who lounge against the lockers like the fashion police, passing judgment on my faded high-top sneakers and thrift-store sweaters? No thanks; I’d much rather pretend I’m somewhere else, and any time I open the pages of a book, that happens.
Jodi Picoult - Between the lines
i... i used to make long speeches to you after you left. i used to talk to you all the time, even though i was alone. i walked around for months talking to you. now i don't know what to say. it was easier when i just imagined you. i even imagined you talking back to me. we'd have long conversations, the two of us. it was almost like you were there. i could hear you, i could see you, smell you. i could hear your voice. sometimes your voice would wake me up. It would wake me up in the middle of the night, just like you were in the room with me. then... it slowly faded. i couldn't picture you anymore. i tried to talk out loud to you like i used to, but there was nothing there. i couldn't hear you. then... i just gave it up. everything stopped. you just... disappeared. and now I'm working here. i hear your voice all the time. every man has your voice.
Ode to Psyche
O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung
By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear,
And pardon that thy secrets should be sung
Even into thine own soft-conched ear:
Surely I dreamt to-day, or did I see
The winged Psyche with awaken'd eyes?
I wander'd in a forest thoughtlessly,
And, on the sudden,