To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope. - Anne Carson
XXIV. And kneeling at the edge of the transparent sea I shall shape for myself a new heart from salt and mud - Anne Carson
What sense is there in pain at all—however we contrive it for ourselves as we cast about for ways to bind up the wound between us and God? - Anne Carson
LIII.What is the holiness of conversation? It isto master death. - Anne Carson
To be a prophet, Knox emphasizes, requires living in and looking at the present, at what is really going on around you. - Anne Carson
Like honey is the sleep of the just. - Anne Carson