In the crooks of your body, I find my religion.
Sappho
Etikett: poetry
“Come slowly – Eden!
Lips unused to Thee –
Bashful – sip thy Jessamines –
As the fainting Bee – Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums –
Counts his nectars –
Enters – and is lost in Balms.”— Emily Dickinson, “[Come slowly – Eden!] (205)”
“How pale the Princess is! Never have I seen her so pale. She is like the shadow of a white rose in a mirror of silver.”
— Oscar Wilde, Salomé (via rabbitinthemoon)
And yet I don’t want to cut right through everything and break out, but am just waiting along, letting it happen to me, and what comes takes on the habits and has the dimensions of dream.
Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Priness Marie von Thurn, July 12, 1912.
“I want time, months, weeks—rainy suburbs
without people. I want mornings with you, I want to begin the mornings with you,”— Marina Tsvetaeva, from a letter to Rainer Maria Rilke c. January 1926
“Which are more full of fate:
The stars, or those sad eyes?”— Lionel Johnson, from The Poetical Works of Lionel Johnson; “To Morfyd,”
“I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
(via help-n-quotes)
Nothing terrifies me more than the thought of speaking my pain aloud for another living soul to hear.
In truth, I am afraid that I will fall apart like a flower does; that once I start opening up I’ll be unable to stop and before I realize it, I’ll be in pieces on the floor…
“Love is choosing, the snake said.
The kingdom of God is within you
because you ate it.”— Margaret Atwood, from Quattrocento in “Selected Poems II: 1976-1986″
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