I keep dreaming about you
Virginia Woolf's suicide letter to her husband Leonard :
Dearest,
I feel certain I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that — everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer.
I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been.
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vanessa Bell (August 1908)
V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
Susan Sontag, from “Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963″
it’s free palestine always 🇵🇸
“You pile up associations the way you pile up bricks. Memory itself is a form of architecture.”
-Louise Bourgeois
A Bookmark Near the End He loves history. He wanted to write a biography of John Quincy Adams. I, shamefully, knew almost nothing about John Quincy Adams, so I went online and bought every biography of him I could find. One day, he called me, claiming that we wouldn’t work out long-term. He said he loved me but that we had different interests. “What does love mean to you?” I said. “That’s an impossible question,” he replied. I, however, find love to be quite simple. Love is the stack of biographies on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end.
— Julia Nicole Camp
“Your body is the piece of the universe you’ve been given, the place where love and joy and grief happen, where happiness unfolds. Do you really want to keep believing that it’s a horrible, ugly, lumpy thing? Do you really want to keep punching yourself like that?”
— Geneen Roth, “Changing Your Jack Story”
Hayao Miyazaki said "I want to portray a slightly different relationship, one where the two mutually inspire each other to live". It means that true love is two people inspiring each other to live. It's so easy to lose our passion but keep each other motivated to work even harder is what love is. And if we look at it this way then life goona be so colourful for everyone.
Ao verme que primeiro roeu as frias carnes do meu cadáver
dedico como saudosa lembrança estas memórias póstumas.
— Memórias Póstumas de Brás Cubas, Machado de Assis.
melhor dedicatória de um livro
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Vincent Cacciotti
Melissa Ho, from "Dialogue for New Mothers"