Sheldon Vanauken

Quotes

1. Davy, too, was saying farewell to the wind, farewell to the wind and sky, watching it all go, fade away, die — and thanking God. And yet she was human, heart-breakingly human, and she did not want to die.

2. 

   If one of us likes anything, there must be something to like in it — and the other one must find it. Every single thing that either of us likes. That way we shall create a thousand strands, great and small, that will link us together. Then we shall be so close that it would be impossible — unthinkable — for either of us to suppose that we could ever recreate such closeness with anyone else. And our trust in each other will not only be based on love and loyalty but on the fact of a thousand sharings — a thousand strands twisted into something unbreakable.

3. 

   Christianity has the ring, the feel of unique truth. Of essential truth. By it, life is made full instead of empty, meaningful instead of meaningless.

4. 

   We live in time as we live in the air we breathe. And we love the air — who has not taken deep breaths of pure, fresh country air, just for the pleasure of it? How strange that we cannot love time.

5. 

   But I — I a Christian! I, who had been wont to regard Christians with pitying dislike, must now confess myself to be one.

6. 

   Sometimes — more precisely, some-not-times — we find "the still point of the turning world". All our most lovely moments perhaps are timeless.

7. 

   Instantly I was overwhelmed — by Oxford. The air itself — the familiar mixture of coal smoke and mist.

8. 

   All I could think of was: Of her bones are coral made.

9. 

   If, indeed, grief is a response to the presence — seeming or real — of the dead, then the end of grief might correspond to some necessary turning away on their part.

10. 

    As nearly as a lover can do, I was seeing the whole of her — a wholeness I would never lose — and knowing her soul.

11. 

    [Her death] saved our love from perishing in one of the other ways that love could perish. Would I not rather our love go through death than hate?

12. 

    It was a whip-poor-will whistling his liquid song, another one answering in the distance. We sat there a long time, holding hands, as the stars came out. This was the Virginia we loved.