## Metadata - Author: [[Elizabeth Alexander]] - Full Title: The Light of the World - Category: #books ## Highlights - Off to his studio for a day of painting, then home—as if nothing extraordinary has happened, when in fact he has been envisioning worlds—hanging ([Location 117](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B00MEMMSQQ&location=117)) - The man’s home life is the unchanging beautiful same, so anything could occur in the painting studio each day. ([Location 123](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B00MEMMSQQ&location=123)) - Now I know for sure the soul is an evanescent thing and the body is its temporary container, because I saw it. I saw the body with the soul in it, I saw the body with the soul leaving, and I saw the body with the soul gone. ([Location 476](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B00MEMMSQQ&location=476)) - It is all romance; all that imprecise romance rains down on the head of the beloved baby. ([Location 660](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B00MEMMSQQ&location=660)) - In all marriages there is struggle and ours was no different in that regard. But we always came to the other shore, dusted off, and said, There you are, my love. ([Location 728](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B00MEMMSQQ&location=728)) - I been in sorrow’s kitchen and done licked out all the pots. ([Location 1004](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B00MEMMSQQ&location=1004)) - When he was a child one of his nicknames at Italian school was “mangia-libro,” book-eater, he loved them that much. ([Location 1082](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B00MEMMSQQ&location=1082)) - Our romance was like that, healing every old wound with magic disappearing powers until they were all tended. We lived out of time, nursed all injuries, shared all the stories and then were fortified and ready to go on with our life together. ([Location 1097](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B00MEMMSQQ&location=1097))