Loving Frank

Don't you see what's happened? You wanted to be in love again. To feel that feeling where a man you hardly know gazes into your eyes and seems to be the only human being who ever understood the real you.

It has always been on the written page that the world has come into focus for me. If I can piece all these bits of memory together with the diaries and letters and the scribbled thoughts that clutter my mind and bookshelves, then maybe I can explain what happened. Maybe the worlds I have inhabited for the past seven years will assume order and logic and wholeness on paper. Maybe I can tell my story in a way that is useful to someone else.

It's wonderful to feel desired. There's a sense of power in it, really.

I'm like the trunk of a cactus, I suppose." she told him. "I take in a dose of culture and time with friends, then I retreat and go live on it for a while until I get thirsty again.

There's a phrase over the door; she called to him. "Haec est porta coeli."..."Here is the gate to heaven.

It's not good to live so much inside oneself. It's a self-imposed exile, really. It makes you different.

I love you so much. I love you enough that I want to stay separate from you. You're an extraordinary man, Frank Wright. I could so easily lose myself in your world and never make a world of my own. And where would that leave us? We'd both be bored stupid.

She had found more than peace of mind. She had discovered the state of her soul set down in ink.

How small we humans are. All our scrambling around, trying to buttress ourselves against death. All our efforts to insulate ourselves against uncertainty with codes of behavior and meaningless busyness.

[My father] had a name for the bottom of the sky--'the hem of heaven.

Together greet life's solemn real. Together own one glad ideal, Together laugh, together ache, And think one thought- "Each other's sake," And hope one hope- in new-world weather, To still go on, and go together.

Take my love for granted," he said, "and I shall do the same for you.

I don't buy junk. When I buy something, it's got to be perfection or I don't want it. You won't find me coming home with five cheap suits, one for each day of the week. I'd rather have one perfect suit or none.

We are ourselves what we appreciate and no more.

Two years in a child's life is the distance between stars.

Why is the heart that is broken considered so much more valuable than the one or the two who must cause the

Stay the course, daughter. But show yourself some kindness along the way.

When both lovers yearn to become entirely one being, to free each other and to develop each other to the greatest perfection, this is the highest form of love possible between a man and a woman....To experience such love is to feel oneself doubled. Such feeling liberates and deepens the personality, inspires us to noble deeds and works of genius.

I never meant to bring all of it upon you. Surely you understand that. I have loved you and admired you all my life. You are the only true hero I have. I owe you everything.' Lizzie reached out and stripped leaves off a twig. 'You always wanted to do something big. Something important.' 'Is that such a terrible thing? You're the one who told me once that the world can't forgive ambition in a woman.' 'I never got to find out. My ambitions never seemed to figure into things. You were away at the university when Mother got sick, so it fell to Jessie and me. And you were already married by the time Jessie passed. Your life was set. Suddenly there was a niece to raise, and then...' Lizzie paused. ' Then you had your personality to go discover.' She tossed away a fistful of leaves. 'You had everything. You had a wonderful man who adored you, beautiful healthy children. Freedom. No money worries. A nanny and a housekeeper. You didn't have to work, and Edwin never asked a thing of you. Do you realize what you gave up for Frank Wright? The kind of life most women-- most feminists-- dream of.

If Catherine would just let go' had been their mantra for so long. Now Mamah understood Catherine's dilemma better. She wouldn't divorce Frank because she feared he wouldn't pay her child support and alimony. And there was revenge to be sure: By refusing to divorce after twenty years of accommodating him, Catherine was squeezing recompense from Frank for a longstanding emotional debt. But that was only part of it. Catherine held on because she still loved him, and remembered what it was like to be loved by him. Nothing else in the world compared to the incandescent joy Frank brought to his best beloved.

trilobites and Darwin and my father’s talk of the ‘human animal.

Mamah saw clearly now just what she had lost. She had given up her right to keep her place as the children’s most beloved. The small, daily offices of love that had connected her to the children before—the shoe tying, the hair combing, the nightly storytelling—were no longer hers to claim. How dare she seek from them the comfort that had once so nourished her? To keep them yearning for a mother who was rarely with them, through her own choice, would be to sentence them to whole lifetimes of sorrow.

You wives with your certificates for loving.

He had a name for the bottom of the sky—‘the hem of heaven.

Together greet life’s solemn real, Together own one glad ideal, Together laugh, together ache, And think one thought—“Each other’s sake,” And hope one hope—in new-world weather, To still go on, and go together.

There's not a word I can say to you that you have not already though of, Mamah... There are ways to hold the thing up in the light and see a hundred facets, and knowing you, you've found a hundred and one.

With Mr. Wright, you just grab hold of the tail of the kite. If you can hang on, you're going to go places never thought possible.

Tell her happiness is just practice," he said. "If only she acted happy, she would be happy.

rued the day she sent Lizzie and Jessie and me