To make her happy, I would invent God if I had to.
Marguerite Duras, from “The Ravishing of Lol Stein,” published c. 1964
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Passionate. Innocent. She resembled all this fresh summer enchantment.
Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius, from The Selected Works; “The Mountain Cornel,”
“(…) I want to live inside
your voice, your strange accent, your shadow.”— Zeina Hashem Beck, from Khandaq Mon Amour in “Louder Than Hearts: Poems”
(via adrasteiax)
Love, love, catastrophe.
Pedro Salinas, tr. by Ruth Katz Crispin, from “The Voice I Owe To You,”
“June was white. I see the fields white with daisies, and white with dresses; and tennis courts marked with white. Then there was wind and violent thunder. There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, “Consume me". That was at midsummer.”
— Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via berthemorisot)
In the crooks of your body, I find my religion.
Sappho
“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
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