Quotes from book

The Waves

“She was like a crinkled poppy; with the desire to drink dry dust.”

“When I am grown up I shall carry a notebook—a fat book with many pages, methodically lettered. I shall enter my phrases.”

“But I pine in Solitude. Solitude is my undoing.”

“I am not so gifted as at one time seemed likely.”

“But our hatred is almost indistinguishable from our love.”

“I am not one and simple, but complex and many.”

“… But beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful…”

“The moment was all; the moment was enough.”

“I do not want to be admired. I want to give, to be given, and solitude in which to unfold my possessions.”

“These moments of escape are not to be despised. They come too seldom.”

“Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing.”

“We are cut, we are fallen. We are become part of that unfeeling universe
that sleeps when we are at our quickest and burns red when we lie
asleep.”

“To let oneself be carried on passively is unthinkable.”

“Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their crests, and fall and rise, and falls again. I am a poet, yes. Surely I am a great poet.”

“But when we sit together, close,’ said Bernard, ‘we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory.”

“I was always going to the bookcase for another sip of the divine specific.”

“I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour
to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my
world.”

“When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing.”

“I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.”