As a perfume doth remain
In the folds where it hath lain,
So the thought of you, remaining
Deeply folded in my brain,
Will not leave me:
all things leave me:
You remain.
-Arthur Symons (1865-1945)
I face each day as though Im serving a sentence, but I have no way to reflect upon my crime because I dont know what it is, or was.
I will never convey my sentiments as successfully or as lyrically as those whose aphorisms are shackled within the bindings of my ever-trusted Dictionary of Quotations, but I can never stop trying... now, can I?
In the folds where it hath lain,
So the thought of you, remaining
Deeply folded in my brain,
Will not leave me:
all things leave me:
You remain.
-Arthur Symons (1865-1945)
I face each day as though Im serving a sentence, but I have no way to reflect upon my crime because I dont know what it is, or was.
I will never convey my sentiments as successfully or as lyrically as those whose aphorisms are shackled within the bindings of my ever-trusted Dictionary of Quotations, but I can never stop trying... now, can I?
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reacher:
I think that's just because you don't have an outside perspective on your own words, so they seem less quote-worthy. At least, that's the case for myself. The sense of surprise plays a large role in this I think.
lilmissmorbid:
Hope your weekend was smashing!
