Some afternoons Mary pretends to read a book, but mostly she watches the patterns of sunlight through the curtains. On those afternoons, she’s like a child who has run out of things to think about.
Mary Szybist, from Incarnadine: Poems
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I’ve always had a terrible weakness for beautiful but sad things.
Sylvia Plath
What is it like / To reach and feel something reach in response, / Desiring your desire to seek and find?
Alicia Ostriker, from The Little Space: Poems; “Cosi Fan Tutte: Of Desire and Delight,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
“I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.”
— Franz Kafka (via smerte)
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,”
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