“Listen, soul. I am afraid. I feel doubt insinuating its way into me.”
— Albert Camus, from Youthful Writings; “The Moorish House,” wr. c. 1932
Etikett: poetry
The heavenly maiden bathed in honey and gold elixir, she smelled of Arabian jasmine and honeysuckle. Her eyes were like garnets glistening in the sunlight and her skin was like the golden hour in Jerusalem.
“I’m a romantic and that’s the tragedy.”
— N.M.Sanchez (via wnq-writers)
As for me, my heart is oppressed in a way that astonishes me, and I wallow in a bottomless melancholy,
Gustave Flaubert, from a letter to George Sand written c. August 1870
She increases her burden of self-hatred, she behaves destructively with people she loves.
Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980
“She’s so pretty when she’s reading and sleeping and laughing – she’s pretty all the time,”
— Alice Notley, from Grave of Light: Selected Poems; “September’s Book,”
You have no idea to what lengths one can go in the absence of love.
Marguerite Duras, from “The Ravishing of Lol Stein,” published c. 1964
My business is to love.
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mrs. Holland featured in The Letters of Emily Dickinson
I have so much
of you in my heart.
John Keats
beberequin 