97 Quotes About Sharon-olds

I called for him through solid earth until he woke, and left.

Once, each summer, I howl, and draw myself back, out of there

we sweated side by side three times like a spell or a curse

the sight pierces me with tenderness, he was suffering, then, as I would soon.

He was so handsome it was kind of adorable when he looked horrible.

Maybe I’m half over who hewas, but not who I thought he was, and notover the wound, sudden deathblowas if out of nowhere, though it came from the coreof our life together.

Sleep and dream—but not of his return.

I am glad not to have lost him entirely, but to see him movedat the whim of the sky, like a man in the wind

he is like an icon, he is like a fantasy.I did not know him, I knew my ideaof him.