But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think; – George Gordon, Lord Byron
Just like the sensation of awakening in the middle of the night, torn out of a pleasant dream. you try to thread yourself back into that dream. You convince yourself it can be done: you close your eyes, remembering just where you left off — a rosebush, a picnic, a long-dead mother. So you fall asleep, and sink into a dream — but never, never back into that dream. It is always gone forever. For we can no more revive old love than we can return to that awakened dream. — Andrew Sean Greer, The Story of a Marriage
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