Tag Archives: Love

By every mountain and every star

Posted on February 11, 2016 by Sig

“If I happened to find a diamond one day, I would call it Dagny, because the very sound of your name thrills me. I only wish that I could forever hear your name, hear it spoken by all men and … Continue reading →

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Posted on January 30, 2016 by Sig

“Let us forget, with generosity, those who cannot love us.” -Pablo Neruda

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Shooting stars, falling objects

Posted on January 26, 2016 by Sig

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands; how did your lips feel on mine? Because of you, I love the white … Continue reading →

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See you tomorrow

Posted on January 25, 2016 by Sig

  Everything Tore Renberg touches turns into solid gold. His book See you tomorrow is everything you could look for in neo-noir drama. It’s thrilling, it’s witty, it’s dark it’s delicate and it’s – for the first time in my life … Continue reading →

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It will rain on my soul night and day

Posted on January 15, 2016 by Sig

If suddenly you do not exist If suddenly you no longer live, I shall live on I do not dare, I do not dare to write it, if you die. I shall live on. For where a man has no … Continue reading →

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In secret

Posted on January 13, 2016 by Sig

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of the carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the … Continue reading →

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From cold into the fire

Posted on January 11, 2016 by Sig

I do not love you – except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, from waiting to not waiting for you my heart moves from cold into the fire. I love you only because it’s … Continue reading →

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Born of the sun

Posted on January 8, 2016 by Sig

“I’ve always known that the quality of love was the mind, even though the body sometimes refuses this knowledge. The body lives for itself. It lives only to feed and wait for the night. It’s essentially nocturnal. But what of … Continue reading →

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Sense and sensibility and silence.

Posted on December 24, 2015 by Sig

“What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering. For weeks, Marianne, I’ve had this pressing on me without being at liberty to speak of it to a single creature. It was … Continue reading →

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If you do exist

Posted on December 1, 2015 by Sig

“..I will exile my thoughts if they think of you again, and I will rip my lips out if they say your name once more. Now if you do exist, I will tell you my final word in life or … Continue reading →

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