“Patience, patience, patience, was all she was finding in this windblown spring.”
— Clarice Lispector, from The Complete Stories: “The Buffalo,”
Etikett: poetry
I will not have you without the darkness that hides within you. I will not let you have me without the madness that makes me. If our demons cannot dance, neither can we.
Nikita Gill
She can love. She can save with her love.
Her problem is that she doesn’t know how to express this love.
Ingmar Bergman, from an interview conducted c. October 1964
I want to surround myself with beauty.
Gabriela Mistral, from Selected Prose & Prose Poems; “The Hush,”
I enter the place of not-thinking, not-remembering, not-wanting.
Mary Oliver, from Thirst; Six Recognitions of the Lord.
I need what is not in this world.
Zinaida Gippius, from A Difficult Soul; “Hopeless Wait,”
“All the lust in your lungs,
All the sirens in my mouth.
(Unspeakable)”— “Hedonism“, The Cynical Idealist. (via thecynical-idealist)
“All these months have been one blind torture,”
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947
“I could not think of anything but his fingers on my neck, his thumb on my lips.”
— Tracy Chevalier, The Girl With a Pearl Earring
“Not being able to touch you is the worst kind of agony.”
— Viola CN (via wnq-writers)
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