[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Charlotte Brontè, from “Jane Eyre.”

[nehmesis]

“Torment and tears — after all, that is life, too.”

Fyodor Dostoevsky, from Crime and Punishment (tr. David McDuff)

[metamorphesque]

“I said it again: Come with me, as if I were dying, and no one saw the moon that bled in my mouth or the blood that rose into the silence.”

— Pablo Neruda, Come With Me, I Said, And No One Knew

[hwhwgwhnwnwbwbwg-deactivated202]

“That’s the horror of it for me, that I understand everything!”

-Fyodor Dostoyevsky, the meek one

[endless-unfolding]

“What happens between us Happens in darkness, vanishes Easy and often as each breath.”

— Sylvia Plath, excerpt of Blue Moles (via ahneboleyn)

[derangedrhythms]

I feel the distance between myself and others. I guard that distance.

Henry Miller, from ‘A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller 1932-1953′

[derangedrhythms]

Most often I am in the very darkness of my desire […]

Roland Barthes, from ‘A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments’, tr. Richard Howard

[starlit-pathways]

What goes too long unchanged destroys itself. The forest is forever because it dies and dies and so lives.

—Tales From Earthsea: Dragonfly, by Ursula Le Guin

[stay-close]

“When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.”

— Anaïs Nin

[ravencrest]

“I watched life and wanted to be a part of it but found it painfully difficult.”

— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966  (via mademoisellevert)

[h15dud3n3355]

“I am alive where your fingers are.”

— Anne Sexton, “The Breast,” from Love Poems (via lifeinpoetry)

[seaymph]

“I waited too long for you. I will devour you, love you into flame,…”

— H.D., from Collected Poems: 1912-1944; “A Dead Priestess Speaks,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[soracities]

“I fear death only because it is I who will die, without having had the chance to be everyone else.”

— Boris Pasternak, in a letter to Marina Tsvetayeva, Letters, Summer 1926: Pasternak, Tsvetayeva, Rilke

[stay-close]

“But in that moment I understood what they say about nostalgia, that no matter if you’re thinking of something good or bad, it always leaves you a little emptier afterwards.”

— John Corey Whaley; Noggin

[adrasteiax]

“Give me that dark moment I will carry it everywhere like a mouthful of rain.”

— Mary Oliver, from Pen And Paper And A Breath Of Air in “Blue Pastures”

[derangedrhythms]

My solitude was cold, there was no denying that, but it was also serene, wonderfully serene and vast like the cold serene space in which the stars revolve.

Hermann Hesse, from 'Steppenwolf', tr. David Horrocks

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“There sat I, a faded being, under faded leaves.” - Franz Kafka, Diaries