Topic: What's your favorite line/quotation from the Short Story??

[WildCatIsle]

The SS is full of poetry, is hard to pick a sentence or line. Two of my favorites:

"Ennis, riding against the wind back to the sheep in the treacherous, drunken light, thought he'd Never Had Such a good time, felt
Could I paw the white out of the moon"

"What Jack remembered and craved in a way he could neither help nor
understand was the time that distant summer on Brokeback when Ennis had
come up behind him and pulled him close, the silent embrace satisfying
some shared and sexless hunger"

[LuvJackNasty]

The SS is full of poetry, is hard to pick a sentence or line. Two of my favorites:


"What Jack remembered and craved in a way he could neither help nor
understand was the time that distant summer on Brokeback when Ennis had
come up behind him and pulled him close, the silent embrace satisfying
some shared and sexless hunger"

I agree there are so many beautiful passages in the SS, so it's hard to choose, but this one has always stood out to me...

[yuddy]

"Without getting up he threw deadwood on the fire, the sparks flying up with their truths and lies, a few hot points of fire landing on their hands and faces, not for the first time, and they rolled down into the dirt. One thing never changed: the brilliant charge of their infrequent couplings was darkened by the sense of time flying, never enough time, never enough."

Their truths and lies...

[ethan]

Great quote, yuddy. One of the finest.  Thanks and welcome.

[BBMsheep]

Sorry, I can't pick just one line!


"The hudge sadness of the northern plains rolled down on him."

"He lets a panel of the dream slide forward. If he does not force his attention on it, it might stoke the day, rewarm that old, cold time on the mountain when they owned the world and nothing seemed wrong."

"And he would wake sometimes in grief, sometimes with the old sense of joy and release, the pillow sometimes wet, sometimes the sheets."

"He pressed his face into the fabric and breathed in slowly through his mouth and nose, hoping for the faintest smoke and mountain sage and salty sweet stink of Jack, but there was no real scent, only the memory of it, the imagined power of Brokeback Mountain of which nothing was left but what he held in his hands."


Not to mention the dozy embrace... Damn, just writing those lines is heart-breaking.

[keren_b]

Sorry, I can't pick just one line!


"The hudge sadness of the northern plains rolled down on him."

"He lets a panel of the dream slide forward. If he does not force his attention on it, it might stoke the day, rewarm that old, cold time on the mountain when they owned the world and nothing seemed wrong."

"And he would wake sometimes in grief, sometimes with the old sense of joy and release, the pillow sometimes wet, sometimes the sheets."

"He pressed his face into the fabric and breathed in slowly through his mouth and nose, hoping for the faintest smoke and mountain sage and salty sweet stink of Jack, but there was no real scent, only the memory of it, the imagined power of Brokeback Mountain of which nothing was left but what he held in his hands."


Not to mention the dozy embrace... Damn, just writing those lines is heart-breaking.

I love all these quotes. The one about Ennis finding the shirts and trying to catch Jack's scent on them is beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time. It squeezes my heart every time I read it.

[Kemmer]

Every full moon since 2006, I have looked up at the moon and recited Ennis's words from Annie's story:

 "Thought he'd never had such a good time; felt he could paw the white out of the moon."