Table for two, please. #love (Taken with instagram)
i am late to every morning meeting
because according to my calculations
i have only twenty-three thousand and fifteen
days left to wake up next to you
and that seems far too few
so i do my best not to waste a single one.
She felt Proginoskes probing wildly. “Meg, when have you been most you, the very most you?”
She closed her eyes. She remembered the first afternoon Calvin had come to the Murrys’. Calvin was an honor student, but he was far better with words than with numbers, and Meg had helped him with a trigonometry problem. Since trig was not taught in Meg’s grade, her easy competence was one of her first surprises for Calvin. But at the time she had not thought of surprising him. She had concentrated wholly on Calvin, on what he was doing, and she had felt wholly alive and herself.
“How is that going to help?” she asked the cherubim.
“Think. You didn’t know Calvin very well then, did you?”
“No.”
“But you loved him, didn’t you?”
“Then? I wasn’t thinking about love. I was just thinking about trig.”
“Well, then,” Proginoskes said, as though that explained the entire nature of love.
She closed her eyes. She remembered the first afternoon Calvin had come to the Murrys’. Calvin was an honor student, but he was far better with words than with numbers, and Meg had helped him with a trigonometry problem. Since trig was not taught in Meg’s grade, her easy competence was one of her first surprises for Calvin. But at the time she had not thought of surprising him. She had concentrated wholly on Calvin, on what he was doing, and she had felt wholly alive and herself.
“How is that going to help?” she asked the cherubim.
“Think. You didn’t know Calvin very well then, did you?”
“No.”
“But you loved him, didn’t you?”
“Then? I wasn’t thinking about love. I was just thinking about trig.”
“Well, then,” Proginoskes said, as though that explained the entire nature of love.
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| — | Madeleine L’Engle from A Wind in the Door (via hajna) |
Fun fact: Mask of Zorro was our first friend-date movie back in ‘05. We went to see it in Viking Theater, and then to the midnight showing of the sequel, Legend of Zorro, a few days later. #love (Taken with instagram)
There are many things I haven’t done:
I’ve never slipped out while my parents were asleep
to throw rocks against a window in Morse code
to puncture the silence of a summer night
with the poetry of rattling stones.
I’ve never composed the vandal’s verse on a bathroom wall
a promise in #2 pencil scribbled in the stall
one heart
two names
a ballad that ends with the word ‘forever.’
I was searching for the prose of permanence
in the sunset
in the autumn leaves
in the fleeting things that seemed to need it most.
You see,
I have this deficiency
of words.
Maybe it’s because I never studied the slang
of grasping moments with hands instead of stanzas.
I want to trap a symphony in the cage of my fingers
and tame it to translate my heart for you.But keeping silent
is all I’ve ever learned to do.
We are one in suffering. Some are wealthy, some bright; some athletic, some admired. But we all suffer. For we all prize and love; and in this present existence of ours, prizing and loving yield suffering. Love in our world is suffering love. Some do not suffer much, though, for they do not love much. Suffering is for the loving. …
This, said Jesus, is the command of the Holy One: “You shall love your neighbor as yourself.” In commanding us to love, God invites us to suffer.
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| — | Nicholas Wolterstorff, Lament for a Son |
