#Intimations
Quotes about intimations
Intimations, often subtle and fleeting, are the gentle whispers of insight and understanding that touch the soul. They represent those moments of profound clarity and intuition that arise seemingly out of nowhere, offering glimpses into deeper truths and hidden meanings. These delicate hints can manifest as a sudden realization, a quiet nudge from within, or an unspoken connection with the world around us. People are drawn to quotes about intimations because they capture the essence of these ephemeral experiences, providing words to describe what is often felt but not easily articulated. Such quotes resonate with those who seek to explore the mysteries of life and the inner workings of the mind and heart. They offer comfort and inspiration, reminding us that there is more to existence than meets the eye, and that sometimes, the most significant insights come not from loud proclamations, but from the soft, persistent murmurs of our own consciousness. In a world that often demands certainty and clarity, intimations invite us to embrace ambiguity and trust in the quiet wisdom that lies beneath the surface.
The sun weighs on them from overhead, weighs like light upon them all, as they tilt their faces up toward the source, mouths open, joyful, and light touches the backs of their mouths, the unbroken backs of their throats.
There had been times when I thought I might be with you indefinitely, something approaching an entire life. But then when there was only a finite amount of time, a thing we could both see the limit of, I wasn't so sure.
It was all collecting inside there, gathering like dust, building, building up, until someday there would be enough for some part to pierce the surface of her silence and gasp out a piece of what lay beneath.
But when I reached for the knob, it wouldn't turn. The lock was on the outside. Who ever heard of the lock for a door being on the outside? It would be up to another, possibly a total and complete stranger, to decide whether you'd ever be allowed to leave.
But there was a feeling building in me now that I hadn't felt since I'd shown up at this stupid party: I was excited. Something was going to happen. Either this would work, or it wouldn't. Either I would be spared, or I would die. Either death was something that could be fooled, outwitted, outplayed, or it was not. However things ended, I would learn something about the world in which, for the moment, I continued to live.
You have beautiful eyes, he said all of a sudden.I hated compliments like that, compliments that carved out one particular part of your body and put it on a platter for viewing. It always took a while for me to reabsorb that body part afterward, to add it back to the whole. The best kind of compliment to give me was something vague, plausible. You’re all right. Or, Don’t worry, it gets better.
It seemed as though, being the only two people in this small, closed-in space, we couldn't help but have a relationship, and if we couldn't help but have a relationship, I felt that it was important to be upset now so that he would not shift the blame to me in the future.
But I had no idea who this person might be, or who any of the people might be who sat at that table and watched me at the door and claimed to have feelings not exactly for me, but at me.