Just looking at them I grow greedy, as if they werefreshly baked loaveswaiting on their shelvesto be broken open--that oneand that--and I make my choicein a mood of exalted luck, browsing among themlike a cow in sweetest pasture. For life is continuousas long as they waitto be read--these inked pathsopening into the future, pageafter page, every bookits own receding horizon. And I hold them, one in each hand, a curious ballast weighing mehere to earth. Linda Pastan
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  3. Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop! - Edwin Arnold

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More Quotes By Linda Pastan
  1. To be the other womanis to be a seasonthat is always about to end, when the air is floweredwith jasmine and peach, and the weather day after dayis flawless, and the forecastis hurricane.

  2. I have dreamed of our bed as if it were a shore where we would be washed up, not this striped mattress we must cover with sheets. [from "After an Absence"]

  3. Because the night you asked me, the small scar of the quarter moonhad healed - the moon was whole again;because life seemed so short;because life stretched out before melike the halls of a nightmare;because I knew exactly what I wanted;because I knew exactly nothing;because I...

  4. Just looking at them I grow greedy, as if they werefreshly baked loaveswaiting on their shelvesto be broken open--that oneand that--and I make my choicein a mood of exalted luck, browsing among themlike a cow in sweetest pasture. For life is continuousas long as they...

  5. I'm only leaving you for a handful of days, but it feels as though I'll be gone forever–- the way the door closes behind me with such solidity, the way my suitcase carries everything I'd need for an eternity of traveling light. I've left my...

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