I am dead to them, even though I once flowered.
Sylvia Plath, from ‘The Journals Of Sylvia Plath’
She sings a dark, destructive song.
Euripides, from ‘Medea’
…I seemed to do none of the things I intended to do — I didn’t seem to be quite present anywhere —
Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter to Margaret Kiskadden, from Georgia O’Keeffe: Art and Letters (via oiseauperdu)
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I have a funny heart. Sometimes it seems to thrive on punishment,…
Tennesse Williams, from a letter to Maria St. Just featured in Five O'Clock Angel: Letters of Tennessee Williams to Maria St. Just, 1948-1982 (via violentwavesofemotion)
Perhaps
we may meet each other in a dream.
Marina Tsvetaeva, Bride of Ice: New Selected Poems (via invinculis)
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All night I have dreamed of destruction, annihilations —
Sylvia Plath, from “Waking in Winter” (via theclassicsreader)
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I like observing people. I like looking at things.
Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out (via wordsnquotes)
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From which stars have we fallen to meet each other here?
Friedrich Nietzsche, Letter to Lou Salomé (via thelovejournals)
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