“She had a nostalgia for a life she had never lived.”
— Nancy Lemann, The Fiery Pantheon (via mercurieux)
Etikett: poetry
“I have already died all the deaths there are.”
— Hermann Hesse, tr. by Paul Weinfield, from “All Deaths,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
This agony in me, in me…
Émile Nelligan, tr. by Clarissa Aykroyd, from “Winter Night,”
“I very easily feel betrayed, given up, mocked, rejected, abandoned.”
— Max Frisch, from an unsent letter to Paul Celan written c. November 1959
A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“And are you in love? And are you happy? And do you sometimes write a poem? And have you had your hair cut? And have you met anybody of such beauty your eyes dance, as the waves danced,”
— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Quentin Bell written c. February 1930
I was made for another planet altogether. I mistook the way.
“Feeling? There is nothing to feel. Except this longing…”
— Clarice Lispector, from An Apprenticeship, or The Book of Delights
“That’s how you know you love someone, I guess. When you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.”
— Kaui Hart Hemmings
“I’ll be with him
in all his gardens.”— Mirabai, from tr. by Robert Bly, from The Winged Energy of Delight; “No One Knows my Invisible Life,”
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