Now from his breast into his eyes the ache
of longing mounted, and he wept at last, 
his dear wife, clear and faithful, in his arms, 
longed for as the sunwarmed earth is longed for by a swimmer 
spent in rough water where his ship went down 
under Poseidon's blows, gale winds and tons of sea. 
Few men can keep alive through a big surf 
to crawl, clotted with brine, on kindly beaches 
in joy, in joy, knowing the abyss behind: 
and so she too rejoiced, her gaze upon her husband, 
her white arms round him pressed as though forever.

--from The Odyssey

And so ends The Time Traveler's Wife. 
I have never loved like that. 
My epic romance is still out there ahead of me somewhere.
Of that, I've never been more certain in my life.

Sarah :: Plucky in Love

Sarah, aka "Plucky", blogs on the reg, unless she's on vacation or there's a Pretty Little Liars marathon or she's mulling over the implications of the phrase "on fleek." She can't live without iced coffee, a portable phone charger, or equal pay. Say hello!

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