And I pray one prayer--I repeat it till my tongue stiffens--Catherine Earnshaw may you not rest as long as I am living You said I killed you--haunt me then...Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad only do not leave me in this abyss where I cannot find you

Everyone always wants to know how you can tell when its true love and the answer is this when the pain doesnt fade and the scars dont heal and its too damned late.

Kiss a lover Dance a measure Find your name And buried treasure. Face your life Its pain Its pleasure Leave no path untaken.

We unaccustomed to courageexiles from delightlive coiled in shells of lonelinessuntil love leaves its high holy templeand comes into our sightto liberate us into life.Love arrivesand in its train come ecstasiesold memories of pleasureancient histories of pain.Yet if we are boldlove strikes away the chains of fearfrom our souls.We are weaned from our timidityIn the flush of loves lightwe dare be braveAnd suddenly we seethat love costs all we areand will ever be.Yet it is only lovewhich sets us free.

Ah love let us be trueTo one another for the world which seemsTo lie before us like a land of dreamsSo various so beautiful so newHath really neither joy nor love nor lightNor certitude nor peace nor help for painAnd we are here as on a darkling plainSwept with confused alarms of struggle and flightWhere ignorant armies clash by night.

She hardly ever thought of him. He had worn a place for himself in some corner of her heart as a sea shell always boring against the rock might do. The making of the place had been her pain. But now the shell was safely in the rock. It was lodged and ground no longer.

Last night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become woman was painful. I wept because I was no longer a child with a childs blind faith. I wept because my eyes were opened to reality....I wept because I could not believe anymore and I love to believe. I can still love passionately without believing. That means I love humanly. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.

But when I do feel all the strength go out of me and I fall to my knees beside the table and I think I cry then or at least I want to and everything inside me screams for just one more kiss one more word one more glance one more.

Sleep my little baby-ohSleep until you wakenWhen you wake youll see the worldIf Im not mistaken...Kiss a loverDance a measureFind your nameAnd buried treasure...Face your lifeIts pain Its pleasureLeave no path untaken.

Isnt it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards The thoughts you loved to think about the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle--it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box far from the light of day and throw away the key. Its not an act of bitterness. Its an act if self-preservation. Its not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead is it