“I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You d...
"Is love this misguided need to have you beside me most of the time? Is love this safety I feel in our silences? Is it this belonging, this completeness?" — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun #love "You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope." “I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could ...
"The Painted Veil" by W. Somerset Maugham. "It was as if for a moment he raised the corner of a tent making a glimpse of a colorful world and values she ever dreamed." "The Painted Veil" (2006), John Curran My first meeting with William Somerset Maugham (1874-1965), dates back to six years ago when I was fascinated by this English gentleman by the brilliant and smooth writing, through the readings of "La Giostra" and "Liza debut novel Lambeth ". Then nothing, the weather had cleared me his figure, at least until a fortnight ago when a good promotion of the Adelphi publishing house reminded me and with it all the freshness of six years earlier. He born in France, but English by adoption, Maugham is imposed in the years 1910-40 among the most widely read and well-known writers; his novels translated into all languages, which followed successful ...