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"It's hard convincing yourself that where you are at the moment is your home, and it's not always where your heart is. Sometimes I win and sometimes not."
-- Jonathan Carroll
What is more gratifying than to lie next to your partner in your own bed mornings, thoughts just beginning to take shape, sharp-edged early light coming through the window and warming a patch of floor where your shoes are mixed with hers from the night before? What is more fulfilling than waking to your own satisfying life with someone treasured next to you? What more could we ask for and not be ashamed?
— Jonathan Carroll / The Wooden Sea
This small history, my life, is wrapped so completely in you and memories of you that I no longer know which is my skin, which is yours, and which is ours. The covering is so flawless and perfect that there really is no difference any longer, not even under love’s careful and precise examination.
— Jonathan Carroll
He was winter to her. Whenever she thought of their relationship everything was framed in winter— hot drinks, heavy sweaters, their breaths white together on the frigid air when they took their walks. They had been together in the summer too, but he wasn’t summer to her. He was always winter. It made her think we assign people— lovers especially— seasons in our minds.
— Jonathan Carroll
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