28 Quotes About The-waves

I begin to be impatient of solitude - to feel its draperies hang sweltering, unwholesome about me.

The Waves is an extraordinary achievement ... It is trembling on the edge. A little less - and it would lose its poetry. A little more - and it would be over into the abyss, and be dull and arty. It is her greatest book.

When the white arm rests upon the knee it is a triangle; now it is upright - a column; now a fountain, falling. It makes no sign, it does not beckon, it does not see us. Behind it roars the sea. It is beyond our reach. Yet there I venture. There I go to replenish my emptiness, to stretch my nights and fill them fuller and fuller with dreams. And for a second even now, even here, I reach my object and say, “Wander no more. All is trial and make-believe. Here is the end.

I exist only in the soles of my feet and in the tired muscles of my thighs. We have been walking for hours it seems. But where? I cannot remember.

I ask, if I shall never see you again and fix my eyes on that solidity, what form will our communication take? You have gone across the court, further and further, drawing finer and finer the thread between us. But you exist somewhere. Something of you remains.

Una noche vi una estrella corriendo entre las nubes, y le dije: ''Consúmeme''.

Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death, others through sheer inability to cross the street.

To whom can I expose the urgency of my own passion?

It gave to everything its exact measure of colour; to the sandhills their innumerable glitter, to the wild grasses their glancing green.