April 21, 2013

"I ask you for violence, in the nonsense, and you, you give me grace, your light and your warmth."

"I’d like to paint you, but there are no colors, because there are so many, in my confusion, the tangible form of my great love."
Posted by Ann Althouse at 8:30 AM
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5 comments:

ricpic said...

One eyebrow. That's all that sticks of her entire oeuvre.

4/21/13, 8:43 AM
Eric the Fruit Bat said...

That's not bad, so far as love letters go, but I'm more of an Eggagog kind of guy, myself.

4/21/13, 8:43 AM
Unknown said...

The only people who can stand to read love letters are the people they are meant for. That was just painful and embarrassing to read.

4/21/13, 8:56 AM
edutcher said...

Sounds she needed more than anyone but God could give and, from what I remember, she had no time for Him.

4/21/13, 9:00 AM
Sydney said...

The sex must have been very good.

4/21/13, 10:01 AM

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