Friday, September 14, 2012


"...Like most people, I enjoyed the hot evenings and the smell of food and the birds that spike the sky, but I was not a mystic or a man of God and I did not feel the ecstasy I had read about. I longed for feeling though I could not have told you that. Words like passion and ecstasy, we learn them but they stay flat on the page. Sometimes we try and turn them over, find out what's on the other side, and everyone has a story to tell of a woman or a brothel or an opium night or a war. We fear it. We fear passion and laugh at too much love, and those who love too much.

And still we long to feel."

Page 155, 'The Passion', Jeannette Winterson

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