The cracks grew over him like vines, faster and faster. At first he bucked, whinnying metallic screeches. Then he gradually stilled, looking up at me with frightened glass eyes. He was growing. New, molten glass leeched out between his fissures, cooled and hardened only to crack again and make room for more liquid glass. The gears inside him moaned and creaked, and metal filings gathered at the base of his transparent stomach, only to fly up again and form more joints and chains and gears. Black smoke poured from his nostrils. Soon he was the size of a large dog, then a man, and still he grew and grew until he towered over my bed, as big as any plow horse I’d ever seen. Glass dripped down his flanks like sweat, a few rivulets still glowing with molten heat. Betsy Cornwell
Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts,...
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Sylvia Plath
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.
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Unknown
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams;...
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W.b. Yeats
I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul.
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Charles Dickens
You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting.
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J.m. Barrie
More Quotes By Betsy Cornwell
Those of us who embrace the feminine know its strength.
Where once I prayed for forgiveness from a father God who held up huge palms and said “Thou shalt not, ” now I find peace with a sister god who takes my open hands in hers and says, “You will.
I do the same with my books... Nothing like a good argument in the margins with someone who's already said all they have to say on the subject.
The love between friends could create life.
One must always account for the vagaries of truth.
