1
" It is a long way to Ireland, Janet, and I am sorry to send my little friend on such weary travels: but if I can't do better, how is it to be helped? Are you anything akin to me, do you think, Jane?" I could risk no sort of answer by this time: my heart was still. " Because, he said, " I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you - especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land some broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, - you'd forget me. "
3
" So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days, you can hear their chorus rushing past: IwasabeautifulgirlPleasedon’tgoItoobelievemybodyismadeofglass-I’veneverlovedanyoneIthinkofmyselfasfunnyForgiveme….There was a time when it wasn’t uncommon to use a piece of string to guide words that otherwise might falter on the way to their destinations. Shy people carried a little bunch of string in their pockets, but people considered loudmouths had no less need for it, since those used to being overheard by everyone were often at a loss for how to make themselves heard by someone. The physical distance between two people using a string was often small; sometimes the smaller the distance, the greater the need for the string. The practice of attaching cups to the ends of string came much later. Some say it is related to the irrepressible urge to press shells to our ears, to hear the still-surviving echo of the world’s first expression. Others say it was started by a man who held the end of a string that was unraveled across the ocean by a girl who left for America.When the world grew bigger, and there wasn’t enough string to keep the things people wanted to say from disappearing into the vastness, the telephone was invented.Sometimes no length of string is long enough to say the thing that needs to be said. In such cases all the string can do, in whatever its form, is conduct a person’s silence. "
4
" The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.
The universe is no narrow thing and the order within it is not constrained by any latitude in its conception to repeat what exists in one part in any other part. Even in this world more things exist without our knowledge than with it and the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way. For existence has its own order and that no man's mind can compass, that mind itself being but a fact among others. "
― Cormac McCarthy , Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West
12
" Want to be a good friend? Here’s what a friend does well: they listen, they stand by you, they tell you the brutal truth, they cause your tears from time to time, but then help you wipe them dry, they laugh with you…a lot, they don’t bring up your bad memories, they try to love the people you love, they go places with you at the most inconvenient times, they laugh some more, they create experiences and a string of memories held together by love, mostly that’s what they do…they love you even when you don’t love you. "
― Toni Sorenson
20
" A feeling struck me one fine day that people call ‘love’,
Before that my life was empty, all I had was loneliness and sorrow…
I loved the way it felt being with him, for I felt up above,
Now everything was complete and nothing remained hollow…
That person who cupid made me fall for, was a God descended from heavens,
I loved him with all I had, a true heart and a pure soul…
I thought I achieved the meaning of life, never did I felt so glad,
But when he left me amidst a chaos, I had no one with me to console…
I cried, it hurt, I wept and screamed, everyone called me ‘mad’,
And still I wonder if in my life, that actually was his role…
But a string still binds me to my past of untold vow,
Some unsaid promises that linger between us even now,
Although I don’t know where he went after that fateful day…
I still try to convince myself every day, I know how,
Each moment has been tough, each day a new challenge…
Each hour passed as if it was my heart that always allowed,
One more day to live without him, one more day to cherish…
One more day to spend without the love of my life somehow,
But he doesn’t know that one day, the girl herself would perish…
Who loved him and lived each day of her life in his wait,
For the man who never returned, for the man who wasn’t in her fate… "
― Mehek Bassi , Chained: Can you escape fate?