Sometimes people graduate but they don't leave. They hang around for years, for no reason. I would think of ghosts like that, I decided.
You can sleep in a coffin,but the past aint through with you!
While it can be pleasurable to move speedily through a work of fiction, there's a different sort of pleasure to be had in lingering, backtracking, rereading the same page.
Perfume heralds a woman’s arrival and prolongs her departure.
There are about as many ways to be dead as there are to be alive. People linger in different ways, both publicly and privately.
It is not the bee's touching on the flowers that gathers the honey, but her abiding for a time upon them, and drawing out the sweet.
I'm holding back, delaying the information. I'm lingering in the prior moment because it was a time when other outcomes were still possible.
Every single pleasure I can imagine or have experienced is more delightful, more of a pleasure, if you take it in small sips, if you take your time. Reading is not an exception.
I would urge the government to allocate more funds toward fighting cancer. My own situation, it made me think. It made me think about the potential of dying. I wouldn't say I was scared. I'm more scared of how it will happen than of it happening. I'm not scared that I'm going to die. I think of how I'm going to die ... I don't want to linger. That scares me a little. The idea of lingering.
You can linger too long in your dreams.
Rilke says: Verweilung, auch am Verstrautesten nicht, ist uns gegeben - We are not allowed to linger, even with what is most intimate.
I'm not a fast reader. I like to linger over each sentence, enjoying the style. If I don't enjoy the writing, I stop.
Sometimes it's worth lingering on the journey for a while before getting to the destination.
I'm kinda like herpes, I just keep coming back.
Ambition, like love, can abide no lingering; and ever urgeth on his own successes, hating nothing but what may stop them.
I am one of those irritating people, who hang on to the door-knob after they say good-bye, and will neither come back nor go, always remembering something else which must be said.
The story [of Allied] stayed with me, like a stray dog outside the office, waiting.
I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.
Humor starts like a wildfire, but then continues on, smoldering, smoldering for years.
I have no intention of lingering through a season, just to have a chance to be an alternate on a relay. I don't want that.
He never leaves, does he?
Moments into minutes. Minutes into hours. Hours into days. Days into years. Years into possibility. This will linger.
A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.
I know that my only chance at any kind of depth or profundity is to linger within the story, trying to make it distinguish itself.
It's on us to investigate ourselves for any lingering sense that we are 'giving' equality. We are not. It is already given. And not by us.
