2 Quotes by T. Fleischmann

Is beauty panacean, able to instill in us moments of transcendence? Or does the sun just melt the ice, beauty appreciated only when it is the constituent hum of a thing that fades?

Anyway, you never get there, you just keep going. Things are repeated, and sometimes we mistake the fact of their repetition for their value. It can make it seem like we aren’t supposed to change, or like our love has to be just so. It can make it seem as though what we know is best, which it only sometimes is. But maybe that’s okay. Even when imagining takes us away, it still begins with what’s already here.