It is not learning we need at all. Individuals need learning but the culture needs something else, the pulse of light on the sea, the warm urge of huddling together to keep out the cold. We need empathy, we need the eyes that still can weep.
The word suffering is full and whole and perfect as a pierced heart, sweet, rushing and tender ... Suffering is the joy of someone about to be martyr… - Lydia Millet
The word suffering is full and whole and perfect as a pierced heart, sweet, rushing and tender ... Suffering is the joy of someone about to be martyr…
- Lydia Millet
We need empathy, we need the eyes that still can weep. - Lydia Millet
We need empathy, we need the eyes that still can weep.
Beneath the violet pillar, in the vacuum before the roar of the cloud, there came a soft sound that might have been heard by those who listened close… - Lydia Millet
Beneath the violet pillar, in the vacuum before the roar of the cloud, there came a soft sound that might have been heard by those who listened close…
The rooms of his apartment were full with the dog home again, convalescing. He was satisfied to know, even when she was out of sight, that somewhere … - Lydia Millet
The rooms of his apartment were full with the dog home again, convalescing. He was satisfied to know, even when she was out of sight, that somewhere …
It is not learning we need at all. Individuals need learning but the culture needs something else, the pulse of light on the sea, the warm urge of hu… - Lydia Millet
It is not learning we need at all. Individuals need learning but the culture needs something else, the pulse of light on the sea, the warm urge of hu…
Kate Bernheimer's fiction offers a unique and delicate gift, the tempting mirage of a grace that constantly escapes. The Complete Tales of Merry Gold… - Lydia Millet
Kate Bernheimer's fiction offers a unique and delicate gift, the tempting mirage of a grace that constantly escapes. The Complete Tales of Merry Gold…
Stay in these rooms for years and years, live on forever in a glorious museum. - Lydia Millet
Stay in these rooms for years and years, live on forever in a glorious museum.
We're so many, we're so hard to distinguish from each other, but we long to be distinguished. - Lydia Millet
We're so many, we're so hard to distinguish from each other, but we long to be distinguished.
Suffering itself is beloved: love and suffering are far closer to each other than love and pleasure. - Lydia Millet
Suffering itself is beloved: love and suffering are far closer to each other than love and pleasure.
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