the wolves of mercy falls

ironically ... there is a story from my childhood that my cousin JOSH LOVES TO BLAB about at EVERY SINGLE FAMILY GET TOGETHER ... about this ONE time when i was probably around 9 and he around 7 that i tried to convince him that not only was my dog SAM (an Australian blue healer) really a WOLF, but that i was also MARRIED to him and when HE (JOSH) wasn't around he turned into a BOY! Yeah, i know ... BUT ... you can see why these books kind of hit a tender spot with me so to say :-)

KINDLE HIGHLIGHTS

You're my change of skin / my summer-winter-fall /  i spring to follow you / this loss is beautiful

Peeling off my skin / leaving just my eyes behind / you see inside my head / still know that you are mine

I am alone in the world, and yet not alone enough to make each hour holy.  I am lowly in this world, and yet not lowly enough for me to be just a thing to you, dark and shrewed.  I want my will and i want to go with my will as it moves towards action.  And i want, in those silent, somehow faltering times, to be with someone who knows, or else alone. i want to reflect everything about you, and i never want to be too blind or too ancient to keep your profound wavering image with me.  i want to unfold.  i don't want to be folded anywhere, because there, where I'm folded, i am a lie."

Rilke said, "this is what fate means: to be opposite, to be opposite to everything and nothing else but opposite and always opposite"

There is no better taste than this: Someone Else's laughter in your mouth

People don't change who they are, they only change what they do with it

And what rough Beast, its hour come round at last, slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?

"Wie lange broucht man jaden Tag, bis man sich Kennt"

"...it means 'how long it takes us, each day, to know eathother'"

"For amount these winters there is one so endlessly winter, that only by wintering through it will your heart survive"

"I'm always sure of what i do, sometimes i was just never sure there was supposed to be a happy ending"

...someone could be both God and the devil

"scent is the strongest tie to memory"

"...Like my lungs were made of lead.  like i can't even think about starting to care about anything.  like i either wish that they were all dead, or i was, because i can't stand the pull of all that history between us.  that's before i even pick up the phone.  I'm so tired i never want to wake up again.  but I've figured out now that it was never them that made me fell that way. it was just me, all along"

"...I was surrounded by adults with lives that i could never imagine living. it was the humming noise inside me that told me to do something and found nothing to do that meant anything, the bit of me that was like a fly smashing itself again and again on a windowpane.  It was a futility of aging...it was the realization that this was life, and i didn't belong here."

Evidence that we'd probably never be cured of each other, but we might be able to keep it from killing us

He was every devil and every angel

"Die letzte aller turen

Doch nie hat man

an alle schon geklopft"

the last of all doors

but one has never

knocked on all the others