You never give away your heart; you lend it from time to time. If it were not so, how could we take it back without asking?
Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body
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“Every second the Universe divides into possibilities and most of those possibilities never happen. It is not a uni-verse—there is more than one reading. The story won’t stop, can’t stop, it goes on telling itself, waiting for an intervention that changes what will happen next. Love is an intervention. Hand over hand, beginning the descent of you. Hand over hand, too fast, like my heartbeat. This is the way down, the cliff, the cave. No safety, no certainty of return.”
— Jeanette Winterson, from The Stone Gods
“ANNE CARSON: I think most writers live half lives. You’re half in your life and half in your head, going on with what you’ve been writing; the sort of the divided page of every day.”
— Anne Carson and Robert Currie in conversation with Sara Elkamel, in Half Lives and Long Drives: An Interview with Anne Carson and Robert Currie for Literary Hub
Jeremy Radin, from "Lazar Wolf the Butcher" (poem written during staging of Fiddler on the Roof at Paper Mill Playhouse, shared on his IG page) [ID'd]
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Chessy Normile
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kehrouac
“Nothing is more mine than the sea when I gaze out on it.”
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Elías Nandino, from “Property Rights,”
Elías Nandino: Selected Poems, in Spanish and English
(McFarland & Company, 2010)
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“In reality, we sit by the side of the road, watching the sun set; from time to time, the silence pierced by a birdcall. It’s this moment we’re both trying to explain, the fact that we’re at ease with death, with solitude. My friend draws a circle in the dirt; inside, the caterpillar doesn’t move. She’s always trying to make something whole, something beautiful, an image capable of life apart from her. We’re very quiet. It’s peaceful sitting here, not speaking, the composition fixed, the road turning suddenly dark, the air going cool, here and there the rocks shining and glittering— it’s this stillness that we both love. The love of form is a love of endings.”
— Louise Glück, “Celestial Music” (via marcescentfleur)
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Walt Whitman, “Song of Myself”, Complete Poems
[Text ID: “I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.”]
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“I loved you in five cities / And love you still in dim places / Where mirrors have replaced / The laughter of risen angels.”
— Ben Okri, “A Love Song,” in: Wild
Anonymous asked:
quotes on yearning and longing for romance, a specific person, the warmth of being accepted into a relationship etc 💖?
• “Desires as round as peaches bloom in me all night, I no longer gather what falls.”
— Anne Carson, from “On Hedonism”
• “Forgive me my grief / that spans out acres. / I have love the size of / a church, & no one to / give it to.”
— Ana Carrizo, “Reflections”
• Anaïs Nin, from “Fire”
• “The hardest thing still remains. It remains the hardest, to bear all the tenderness and only to gaze on.”
— Ilse Aichinger, from “Mirrorstory”
• “I, with my romantic need and longing.”
— Susan Sontag, from a diary entry
• “It’s no fun being in love with a shadow. You must be somewhere in this world. God would not have made a heart like mine and not have made its mate. It would be too cruel.”
— Edna St. Vincent Millais, from a diary entry
• Kim Addonizio, from “Onset”
• “I’ve been missing her for so long, it’s come to seem that wanting anything must be only another way of wanting her.”
— Sarah Waters, from Tipping the Velvet
• “I keep wishing for you, keep shutting up my eyes and looking toward the sky, asking with all my might for you, and yet you do not come. I thought of you, until the world grew rounder than it sometimes is, and I broke several dishes.”
“My heart is full of you, none other than you in my thoughts.”
— Emily Dickinson, from personal letters
• “My mind is filled with dreams of romantic meetings.”
— Virginia Woolf from a letter to Vita Sackville-West
• “I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia.”
— Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf
• “The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.”
— Mikko Harvey, from “For M”
• “When my beloved calls my name— in the bathtub, in her bed, over the telephone, into a microphone or my ear— it closes my eyes, buckles me, thralls my insides with the sweet terror of being recognized. Sometimes, we cannot bear the thing we crave.”
— Melissa Febos, from “Call My Name”
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“They say nothing lasts forever but they’re just scared it will last longer than they can love it.”
— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous: A Novel