all-renovating

Updated: July 4, 2026

I lay in my bunk and buried my head in the pillow. I felt horribly alone as I lay there, murmuring to myself, and breathing all the tenderness I was capable of into my words: "Darling, darling, darling!..." Love! Can one credit the romanticists that across the seas and hills and years there is so strange a thing as a single-hearted love, an all- conquering, all-subduing, all-renovating love?

Boris Pilniak - Tales of the Wilderness