The beginnings were sweet, the endings usually bitter, but the middles were only the tightrope you walked between the one and the other. No more than that.
Catherine Land liked the beginnings of things. The pure white possibility of the empty room, the first kiss, the first swipe at larceny. And endings,… - Robert Goolrick
Catherine Land liked the beginnings of things. The pure white possibility of the empty room, the first kiss, the first swipe at larceny. And endings,…
- Robert Goolrick
I know that I am not the only person who is alone in the world. I know that others sorrow in the night. That others pick up a razor and slice into th… - Robert Goolrick
I know that I am not the only person who is alone in the world. I know that others sorrow in the night. That others pick up a razor and slice into th…
If love drove people mad, what would lack of love do? - Robert Goolrick
If love drove people mad, what would lack of love do?
When you're young, and you head out to wonderful, everything is fresh and bright as a brand new penny, but before you get to wonderful you're going t… - Robert Goolrick
When you're young, and you head out to wonderful, everything is fresh and bright as a brand new penny, but before you get to wonderful you're going t…
There is a loveliness to life that does not fade. Even in the terrors of the night, there is a tendency toward grace that does not fail us. - Robert Goolrick
There is a loveliness to life that does not fade. Even in the terrors of the night, there is a tendency toward grace that does not fail us.
I would give anything, anything, to be the man to whom this has not happened. I can not accommodate myself to it. In a lifetime of trying, I can not … - Robert Goolrick
I would give anything, anything, to be the man to whom this has not happened. I can not accommodate myself to it. In a lifetime of trying, I can not …
I wasn't safe. I wasn't permanent. My life was a fiction I had created, like an alien who comes to earth and tries to pass as human. The affections o… - Robert Goolrick
I wasn't safe. I wasn't permanent. My life was a fiction I had created, like an alien who comes to earth and tries to pass as human. The affections o…
It is the tenderness that breaks our hearts. The loveliness that leaves us stranded on the shore, watching the boats sail away. It is the sweetness t… - Robert Goolrick
It is the tenderness that breaks our hearts. The loveliness that leaves us stranded on the shore, watching the boats sail away. It is the sweetness t…
The beginnings were sweet, the endings usually bitter, but the middles were only the tightrope you walked between the one and the other. No more than… - Robert Goolrick
The beginnings were sweet, the endings usually bitter, but the middles were only the tightrope you walked between the one and the other. No more than…
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