Wondering how I got into all this and how will I ever get out.
Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to Campbell Beckett c. September 1946
Etikett: poetry
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent.
Victor Hugo
“Often when I imagine you
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer
and I am dark, I am forest.”— Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours I, 45
I can’t be apart from you any more.
Victor Hugo, tr. by Paul Weinfield, from “Tomorrow at Dawn,”
You know my desire. I have only one.
It has your face and your form and the term of my life.
Colette, from a letter to Henry de Jouvenel written c. November 1912
She smiled and her face was heartbreaking.
Ernest Hemingway, from The Complete Works; “The Garden of Eden,”
“But I miss you to the point of anguish. I’d like to see you and have you to myself — just to myself — for a long, long while.”
— Simone de Beauvoir – From Letters to Sartre (via watchoutforintellect)
Just one look at you, and I was lost.
R.K. Lilley, In Flight
My heart, my heart betrayed me.
Arthur Rimbaud, from Selected Poems & Prose; “A Heart Beneath a Cassock,”
Good taste is death. Vulgarity is life.
Mary Quant
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