Elizabeth Jennings

“For we are convalescents from a war fought in a dream.”

“I ask for reassurance, not for praise.”

“How is it I can love so well, yet you so little?”

“Delay is the worst punishment. A life of waiting is a life of shadows.”

“Grief has a geography of its own.”

“Let us affirm what is, and any pain.”

“All that is personal soon rots; it must be packed in ice or salt.”

“There is a shyness that is not of the body, but of the soul.”

“Only one thing must be cast out, and that is the fear of feeling.”

“The hands of the clock, like tireless birds, peck at the minutes.”

“I feel I am the landscape, the air enclosed within a matchless frame.”

“It is the sanity of which I am most afraid.”

“After the dark, the blurring of the light.”