“I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.”
— Franz Kafka (via smerte)
Etikett: poetry
Poetry leads to the same place as all forms of eroticism–to the blending and fusion of separate objects. It leads us to eternity, it leads us to death, and through death to continuity. Poetry is eternity; the sun matched with the sea.
Georges Bataille, Eroticism: Death and Sensuality (City Lights Publishing, 1986)
Men fear witches because they take their power from the earth without poisoning the soil.
Do you exist? Have I made you up?
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West dated 20 March 1928
Too much emotion, too much damage, too much everything.
Ernest Hemingway, from The Complete Works; “The Garden of Eden,”
She’s a fighter when she’s mad and she’s a lover when she’s lovin’.
Brad Paisley
But I won’t rest till you are with me. I never will.
Emily Brontë, from The Collected Novels; “Wuthering Heights,”
She was shy, slightly nervous of strangers, secretive and highly intelligent.
Jackie Kay, from Wish I Was Here: Stories; “My Daughter, The Fox,”
Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you.
I am tired of being human. And angry at feeling so much love. Some days I am angry just to be alive.
Clarice Lispector, from “Excess and Privation,” Selected Cronicas
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