Random bits of beauty
Jun. 8th, 2010 11:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciroccojRe-reading a lovely but essentially fluffy book (Tim, by Colleen McCullough), I came across this passage. It's the thought processes of the main character, who wakes up in the night feeling as though somebody just spoke softly to her, then finds out her father-in-law died in the night:
And was that the voice in the night? she wondered. Stranger things than that have happened to more staunchly doubting people without swaying their doubt. Why shouldn't the living cords which laced a being together flick softly against a loved one in the very moment of their unraveling? He was all alone when it happened, and yet he had not been alone; he had called, and she had woken to answer him. Sometimes all the miles between are as nothing, she thought, sometimes they are narrowed to the little silence between the beats of a heart.
Dunno why, but it really moved me. Neat, the places one can find unexpected beauty :)
And was that the voice in the night? she wondered. Stranger things than that have happened to more staunchly doubting people without swaying their doubt. Why shouldn't the living cords which laced a being together flick softly against a loved one in the very moment of their unraveling? He was all alone when it happened, and yet he had not been alone; he had called, and she had woken to answer him. Sometimes all the miles between are as nothing, she thought, sometimes they are narrowed to the little silence between the beats of a heart.
Dunno why, but it really moved me. Neat, the places one can find unexpected beauty :)
