Jean Stafford Quotes

To her own heart, which was shaped exactly like a valentine, there came a winglike palpitation, a delicate exigency, and all the fragrance of all the flowery springtime love affairs that ever were seemed waiting for them in the whisky bottle. To mingle their pain their handshake had promised them, was to produce a separate entity, like a child that could shift for itself, and they scrambled hastily toward this profound and pastoral experience.

lovers

From time to time, I need a rest from the exercitation of my intellect.

thetimes time rest

A small silence came between us, as precise as a picture hanging on the wall.

silence