“Longing is the agony of the nearness of the distant.”
“How should all the apparatus of heaven and earth make poetry for a mind that had no movements of awe and tenderness, no sense of fellowship which thrills from the near to the distant, and back again from the distant to the near?”
“Oh FUCK the longings and agonies of youth.”
“The distant soul can shake the distant friend's soul and make the longing felt, over untold miles.”
“Embrace your solitude and love it. Endure the pain it causes, and try to sing out with it. For those near to you are distant...”
“For a few seconds they looked silently into each other's eyes, and the distant and impossible suddenly became near, possible, and inevitable.”