Luke Davies Quotes

#1. I will meet you on the nape of your neck one day, on the surface of intention, word becoming act.
We will breathe into each other the high mountain tales, where the snows come from, where the waters begin.
-In the yellow time of pollen

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#2. What passes relentlessly through the years is blood, and time; all the bitterness or warmth along the way is almost incidental. Even blood gets forgotten eventually, bleached into myth which are bleached of all colour into ashes of myth.

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#3. Was it possible to feel love with an empty mind? For if the mind was empty, then it was empty of love too.

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#4. In the presence of their love I sensed my lonliness, and I understood for a moment, clearly, that deep and basic human desire for companionship at depth.

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#5. If I could find someone to blame, perhaps I could get angry. Anything would be better than this sadness, this sense of regret for events that were never mine.

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#6. Drought brings out the worst in us and it's easy to hate your fellow human beings.

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#7. If time stood still, and we could choose the time, the best time, then love without pain would be all I know.

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#8. Love could be fractured and serve different purposes, and that intense love could be divided, between people just as easily as between moments of time.

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#9. I'm hurling all the little joys against the greater sadness. The sadness is a giant weight. It presses down. Its mean: What's the point?

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#10. When you think you are in love, you don't want to know about the things that could end it.

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#11. She told herself that life is short. This didn't mean that nothing mattered, only that when strange things happened there was often no turning back.

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#12. When you can stop you don't want to, and when you want to stop, you can't ...

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#13. Very quickly I begin to understand the selfishness of my love, the inappropriateness of my relationships, when I realise that every time I fuck it feels as if I am wrestling with demons.

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#14. Imperceptibly, more time passes when I'm not remembering our every moment together, not recreating our every conversation, re-imagining our love-making. It is immeasurably sad.

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#15. The wonder to me is not that she made it through at all but that she made it through so relatively intact, so vibrant. So free of bitterness and so empty of resentment.

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#16. Comfort is beauty muted by heroin. Sadness is beauty drained by lack of it.

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#17. You're beautiful, but you're somewhere else. That's okay. I can handle that. But we won't continue as friends, not just now. I like you as a lover, not a friend.

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#18. It's not that photography recaptures the world you have been in; more that it creates a new one: photographs are like Post-It Notes reminding us of the deep architectonic forms of space and thought.

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#19. The very concept of solid ground is a myth. The galaxy itself is adrift.

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#20. From time to time it has struck me that as a writer, I've somehow managed to live my life as I had long ago dreamt of doing, based on the Tintin paradigm: on my toes, travelling, senses attentuated, everything just adventure and exploration, curiosity and problem-solving.

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#21. That's all that faith is, the knowledge that the greater thing is with you. That's all the faith you need. The knowledge that you are not the greater thing.

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#22. Everything comes to nothing in the end, I suppose. Or at least, nothing happens exactly the way we imagine it.

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#23. I learnt too late that what is most important to us is always most precious at the moment it occurs, and it is precious in its absolute immediacy and not as some vague confirmation of future directions; since the only certain fact, aside from death, is the flimsiness of everything.

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#24. Some people are attracted to sickness, to the kind of madness where sparks fly
off the head, to the incoherence of despair, masked by nervous energy, which winds up looking like bewildered joy.

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#25. Not only good to be alive, but nice to come with a stranger. Intimacy? For now I want nothing of it. I am simply trying to emerge from the violent unnecessariness of death.

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#26. And I come to realise that all my small todays, the way I act, will lead into my tomorrows.

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