97 Quotes About Sharon-olds

I do not letgo of him yet, but hold the stringand watch my idea of him pull awayand stay, and pull away, my silver kite.

it was never in doubt that you had suffered more than I when young.

I had not remembered how deep he held himself inside himself

Are you as happy as you thought you'd be, I ask. Yes. And his smile is touchinglypleased. I thought you'd look happier,I say, but after all, when I amlooking at you, you're with me!

And then there is the spring park, damp as if freshly peeled, sweetgreenhouse, green cemetery with no dead in it—except, in some shadedwoods, under some years of leaves and rotted cones, the body of a warblerlike a whole note fallen from the sky—my oldlove for him, like a songbird's rib cage picked clean.

A week later, I said to a friend: I don't think I could ever write about it.Maybe in a year I could write something.There is something in me maybe somedayto be written; now it is folded, and folded,and folded, like a note in school.

and I could tell her the best of my poor, partial love, I could sing herout, with it, I saw the luckand the luxury of that hour.

Minute by minute, I do not get up and just go to him—

It is what I do now: not go, not see or touch.