My soul began its first sink into her, deep, heady, lost; like drowning in a witches’ brew, Keltic, sorcerous, starlike.
Jack Kerouac, from “Maggie Cassidy,” published c. January 1959
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Destiny does not send us heralds. She is too wise or too cruel for that.
Oscar Wilde, from The Picture Of Dorian Gray
“The flowers have come, and are adorable, dusky, tortured, passionate like you.”
— Virginia Woolf, in a letter to her lover Vita Sackville-West
“She’s got the whole dark forest living inside of her.”
— Tom Waits (via crimsonkismet)
“You’re still the only one that made me feel / The closest thing to love.”
— Frayle, from The White Witch (2018); “Things That Make Us Bleed,”
“She had a nostalgia for a life she had never lived.”
— Nancy Lemann, The Fiery Pantheon (via mercurieux)
“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
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