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Let’s find some dark corner, where I can always love you.
― Federico García Lorca || Blood Wedding (Bodas de sangre): Act III || Translated by A. S. Kline
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Endless Love (1981)
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“But tenderness has disappeared from my tongue; parts of my heart are missing.”
— Joyce Sutphen, from “The Temptation to Invent,” Poetry (February 1995)
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achilles and patroclus
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Clarice Lispector — An Apprenticeship or The Book of Pleasures
Source: worteschuetttlerin
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“If I tried to explain, you could never understand: / Explaining would only make a worse misunderstanding; / Explaining would only set me farther away from you.”
T.S. Eliot, from The Complete Poems & Plays; “The Family Reunion,”
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“O sadness without cause, O dream, O dread, / O endless depth.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Poetry of Rilke: The Book of Images; “Childhood”
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Those who cannot attack the thought, instead attack the thinker.
Paul Valéry
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Marina Tsvetaeva, from Epitaph, Selected Poems (trans. Elaine Feinstein, with Angela Livingstone) [ID'd]
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“I don’t know if I am a good person or a bad person. All I know is that I suffer more than you realize,”
— Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Galatea Kazantzaki wr. c. May 1923
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Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Selected Poems; "Orpheus. Eurydice. Hermes,"
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“I believe that theres is one story in the world, and only one… Humans are caught - in their lives, in their thoughts, in their hungers and ambitions, in their avarice and cruelty, and in their kindness and generosity too - in a net of good and evil… there is no other story. “”
— John Steinbeck, East of Eden. (via wordsnquotes)
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“Will you not stay with me, inside me always? I have come up from such depths to find you. To say that I love you isn’t enough. It’s more, more. Probe around inside me, unearth everything that’s in me.”
— Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin, featured in A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953
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“You open me like a flower […] You open me, I open, I turn into water…”
— Alejandra Pizarnik, from ‘To a Poem About Water, By Silvina Ocampo’, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962-1972 (trans. Yvette Siegert)
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“All my life I wanted there to be something other than words. That’s what I lived for, so that words would have a meaning, so that they would be deeds also…”
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Albert Camus, from The Possessed: A Play
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Fyodor Dostoevsky, from The Brothers Karamazov
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“How foolishly destructive one can be.”
— Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters
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Ghost Of My Ghosts, Sol Rios