Something within me wants to break free.
Arthur Rimbaud, from a letter to Théodore de Banville wr. c. May 1870
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How could your memory
fill my memory,
how is it your soul fills my soul?
Sophocles, from Elektra, trans. Anne Carson, ‘An Oresteia’.
Since I have no sweet flower to send you, I enclose my heart; a little one, sunburnt, half broken sometimes…
Emily Dickinson, in a letter to Mrs. Samuel Bowles, c. December 1858.
Unless you can be yourself, you won’t stay with anyone for long.
Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry wr. c. October 1954 featured in “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath,”
I had a task…to become a star in the sky.
Ludwig Wittgenstein, from a diary entry written c. December 1913
“Her eyes are classic novels and poetry.”
— Isaac Marion (via balletmuse)
You, that at this moment are to me / Dearer than words on paper,
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Collected Poems; “Sonnets,”
I would like my own body to turn into a heap of incense and sandalwood and you set a torch to it.
Mirabai, tr. by Robert Bly, from The Winged Energy of Delight; “Don’t Go,”
“I wish I wasn’t such a dreamer. I’ve ruined this life for myself.”
“I wanted it so much. I don’t know why I wanted it so much.”
— Ernest Hemingway, Cat in the Rain
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