Silent Sunday: Letter from John Keats to Fanny Brawne

“…I must write you a line or two and see if that will assist in dismissing you from my Mind for ever so short a time…I cannot exist without you – I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again – my Life seems to stop there – I see no further. You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving…My sweet Fanny, will your heart never change? My love, will it?…Do not threat me even in jest. I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion – I have shudder’d at it – I shudder no more – I could be martyr’d for my Religion – Love is my religion – I could die for that – I could die for you…You have ravish’d me away by a Power I cannot resist: and yet I could resist till I saw you; and even since I have seen you I have endeavoured often “to reason against the reasons of my Love.” I can do that no more – the pain would be too great – My Love is selfish – I cannot breathe without you.”

–John Keats: Letters to Fanny Brawne, 1819

Silent Sunday

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“I really enjoy writing novels. It’s like the ocean. You can just build a boat and take off.” –Denis Johnson

“I saw also that there was an ocean of darkness and death, but an infinite ocean of light and love, which flowed over the ocean of darkness.” –George Fox

Silent Sunday

I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all. ~Richard Wright, American Hunger, 1977

*I’m on a mission to hurl at least 5000 words at the WIP today. I’ll be up all hours of the night. Wish me luck.

Silent Sunday

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“All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.”–T. E. Lawrence

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